Death Quotes

In life we are separated by boundaries political, cultural, ethical, linguistical and psychical. But in death we are all united, for all afterlife is similarly unknown

I'm sorry about what happened, ' Love said. Death squeezed his hand. 'Play as yourself. Not as me. Trust me one that.

There were eleven votes for "guilty." It's not easy for me to raise my hand and send a boy off to die without talking about it first.

A chatWith the Grim Reapershould be enough to scareaway any thought of relapse.Wish it were that easy, but not even days conversingwith death can disintegratethe claws of addiction.

Drama don't arrive by surprise

Though death might still the show, life would be the most critiqued act of our existence. Own your stage.

...this two-way hatred. I don’t understand it. I wonder how much of it is caused by fear?

I think: by the time I'm old, nobody will be able to die any more.

He'd grown eager to hand off his things, as if the weight of his possessions kept him tethered to this earth, and by giving them away, he could snip those strings.

I don't know who to write to anymore... They've changed their souls, that's a way to be disloyal, to forget, to keep talking about something else.

It is only the rooms of the present I wish to inhabit.

I offer you your life, friend, and recommend you take it.

Dead man shouldn’t have no fears. Makes his passing easier.

For those who die with honor, the touch of death is simply the unlocking of a door between this life and the next.

Death is not scary enough and not so sweet life of the human foot leaves gentility.

... we honor the people we lost by loving again.

To show his nervousness was not shameful

When you are fed with the spoon of betrayal, you can choose to spit it out and live or swallow it and die

There is nothing worse than fear. Fear is worse than cancer, fear is worse than torture, fear is worse than betrayal and fear is even worse than death.

If there are any ifs to salvation then no one is saved by grace. Everyone saves himself who can meet the requirements

She was so full of holes now, she was like a Swiss cheese.

In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life.

I wish I could read a couple of thousand words a day. Words written by someone else for a change!

Death is only tragic if you have tragically wasted your life on meaninglessness.

People can act so nice, bringing you food and all, but in the end they are nothing but buzzards. Waiting to pick your bones.

Today, a couple with 'just married' tags collided head-on with a hearse carrying two coffins in the back, both of a married couple that had previouslydied in a car accident.

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead.Everything else is just a bump in the road.

None of the dead come back. But some stay.

Do you want to stick needles in the living or scalpels in the dead?

The dead, Your Honor, do not agonize over their crimes and do not long to be happy, as you know.

Let the dead bury the dead...

You can't lie to a dead person.They already know the truth.

My love will last until I'm oldAnd even dead it won't grow cold.

Death actually never kills you, time does

Half awake and almost dead. But yet we were breathing and yet we were waiting...Waiting for a miracle to happen.

We don't plan funerals till the body is dead.

My father used to say that stupid people think. (I really don't agree with him!)

Why do the living assume the dead know better than we do? Like they gained some knowledge by dying, but why wouldn't they just be the same confused people they were before they died?

Graveyards exist because death exists? No! Graveyards exist because we want to know precisely the place of our dead!

The best to do with a death was to move on from it.

The dead neither see nor ear.

The dead are emotionless.

She who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.

O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!

The next time you hear a person say, 'I don't have time' or 'I have no time, ' Take a moment to be with them. Without time, that somebody becomes a nobody.

I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn't even tell the difference.

I think the best shaped box ever on earth is a coffin which can be handmade to escort the forever numb-hands.

Alas! he is cold, he cannot answer me.

Our sole concern with the long dead is aesthetic

Being certain one is alive isn't something to which one pays mind. If you could ask the question, you were fine. If you could not, hopefully you had a cozy coffin.