To The Death Quotes

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

We all didn't come into to the world at the same time so it makes sense that we don't leave it at the same time.

I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

What happens if a car comes? We die.

Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.

All good things pass away.

Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry—and mostly likely to wipe away my tears.

Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

But to mourn, that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person.

My father told me once that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for.

Maybe the only good thing about death is that you never have to relive it. You never have to remember the pain.

Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.

Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.

Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

If anyone stops us, as long as we mumble something pretentious about the glory of death, we should be fine.

You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.

An eye for an eye my friend.

Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

She'll die.' 'Aye. That's a consequence of being alive.

It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

Michael could never remember his father ever having uttered a word about death, as if the Don respected death too much to philosophize about it.

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names.

The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower--Peter

My life was going to flash before my eyes, but it decided to hide behind my eyes and quake with terror instead.

Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.

I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.

I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this man's wife lived on inside him.

When you tire of living, change itself seems evil, does it not? for then any change at all disturbs the deathlike peace of the life-weary.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.