Death Quotes

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.

I have given my word that only death will take me from you.

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.

No one escapes from life alive.

Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.

Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.

Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.

And in what fairy tale would John ever be any sane person's idea of Prince Charming anyway? He was the opposite of charming. More like Prince Terrifying.

Death doesn't care about personalities - he's more interested in meeting quotas.

The dead are way more organized than the living.

To study philosophy is nothing but to prepare one’s self to die.

The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.

... just because [butterflies'] lives were short didn't mean they were tragic... See, they have a beautiful life.

One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

I am going to die, but that is of no importance.

I died last night. Seventy years too young.

If I convert it's because it's better that a believer dies than that an atheist does.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.

Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer's heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went swiftly from the hall.

To conquer fear, you must become fear.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

Would it hurt to die?

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

Would you like me to [kill you] now?" asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.

You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.

I’ll never speak to God again.

Yer a good lad, Atticus, mowin’ me lawn and killin’ what Brits come around.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

Believe me, when you die, it's everybody else's but your problem

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.

A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?