Death Quotes
Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.
People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.
No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive.
Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it's inconvenient for you.
The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.
The truth is that I feel totally helpless, or totally inconsolable, to be more honest. I’m not trying to hide it, but it’s something you’re not to worry about.
Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?
When a solipsist dies ... everything goes with him.
When he said to give him the sword, I don’t think he meant for you to stick it in his guts.
There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.
A man begins dying at the moment of his birth. Most People live in denial of Death's patient courtship until, late in life and deep in sickness, they become aware of him sitting bedside.
The healing power of even the most microscopic exchange with someone who knows in a flash precisely what you're talking about because she experienced that thing too cannot be overestimated.
And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.
You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest
Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust.
I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.
The body's ills are the least of ills, for they end only in death, which is but a little thing. But if the spirit dies, then all is lost.
Every story is a story about death. But perhaps, if we are lucky, our story about death is also a story about love.
Death... The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow, and somehow, each of us will help the other live, and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.
Rest and peace should not be left until you're deceased. They are two vital life incredients everybody needs and seeks.
This wasn't the first time that I'd come close to death, but it was the first time I'd been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying goodbye to someone you've loved.
You cannot hide from the world. It will find you. It always does. And now it has found me. My split second of immortality is over. All that's left now is the end, which is all any of us ever has.
Am I awake or dreaming? It doesn’t matter anymore. When I close my eyes I dream of death and war. When I open my eyes I see death and war.
What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?
Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?
He died a long painful death. However, you'll be happy to hear that just a few years later he was reincarnated as Shirley MacLaine.
In the end we are all sacked and it's always awful. It is as inevitable as death following life. If you are elevated there comes a day when you are demoted. Even Prime Ministers.
Alas the Master; so he sinks in death. But whoso knows the mystery of man Sees life and death as curves of the same plan
