To The Death Quotes

I guess that's how death works. It doesn't matter if we're ready or not. It just happens.

Death likes it when you play hard to get.

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.

And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.

I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life.

There were so many layers of reality to the world. Nothing stopped for death; nothing stopped for grief or horror or tragedy.

my boyfriend is a rock god baby (and not kiss-of-death(sorry))

We who were born were not witnesses to our birth: like death, it is something we are forever after trying to catch sight of.

That's because Tod never brings anything but death and bad advice," I snapped. "That's not true." Tod tried to grin, "Sometimes I bring pizza.

Alec rolled beautiful brown eyes. "No fair playing the death card." "No fair having it to play.

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

I was fine with that. The very idea of Death knowing my name made my skin crawl. Even if this particular Death was only one of many, and almost too pretty to look at.

Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.

Great. "So not only am I not-human, but Death is my arch foe?" Who, me? Panic? "Anything else you want to tell me, while we're confessing?

Wonderful, a death match on my first day behind bars. Some girls have all the luck

Now if you’ll excuse me, Death waits for no man. Except me.

Death is not big thing, what is important is God's service.

That’s because you ooze preemptive leave-me-alone death rays.

Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.

Dying is strange and hard if it is not our death, but a death that takes us by storm, when we've ripened none within us.

Life and death: they are one, at core entwined. Who understands himself from his own strain presses himself into a drop of wine and throws himself into the purest flame.

It wasn't his, it wasn't my fault, we both had nothing except patience, but Death has none. I saw him come (how meanly!) and I watched him as he took and took: none of it I could claim as mine.

Meditation is a death - death of all that you are now. Of course there will be a resurrection, but that will be a totally new, fresh original being which you are not even aware is hidden in you.

Only those persons who have lived, really lived, are ready, welcoming, receptive, thankful to death. Then death is not the enemy. Then death becomes the fulfillment.

Deep love creates deep fear. It looks like death because the I disappears, the you disappears - and it is a sort of death. And when you die, only then do you enter into the divine.

Unless you know yourself as eternal beings, part of the whole, you will remain afraid of death.

Death is the most misunderstood phenomenon. People have thought of death as the end of life. That is the first, basic misunderstanding.

And remember, that is the criterion. If a person can enjoy and celebrate his death, that shows he has lived rightly; there is no other criterion. Your death will prove how you have lived.

There is nothing ugly about death; but man, out of his fear, has made even the word, death ugly and unutterable. People don't like to talk about it. They won't even listen to the word death.

Hence the tension, the anxiety, the anguish of humanity. The more you fight with death, the more anxiety-ridden you will become, you are bound to become. That's a natural consequence of it.

From birth to death man is a long sleep, sometimes dreaming with eyes closed, sometimes dreaming with eyes open, but dreaming all the same, all the time.

Die! Die to the ego, die to your past, and you will be resurrected. That resurrection will make you go beyond death, beyond time, beyond misery.

Just as the day cannot exist without the night, just as life cannot exist without death, creativity cannot exist without silence. And vice versa is also true: silence cannot exist without creativity.

For over half a century the automobile has brought death, injury, and the most inestimable sorrow and deprivation to millions of people.

When I'm writing about reality, I'm writing about death. When I'm writing fiction, I'm writing about life.

The sinew and heart of man seem to be drawn out, and we are become timorous desponding whimperers. We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest

After thirty, a man wakes up sad every morning, excepting perhaps five or six, until the day of his death.

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

Birth, death, and suffering all bring us to the very edge of what our minds can understand.

What the word God means is the mystery really. It's the mystery that we face as humans the mystery of existence, of suffering and of death.

Those particular thoughts that are painful - love them. I love them to death!

I don't think Edward Snowden deserves a death penalty or life in prison. I think that's inappropriate. I think that's why he fled, [because] that is what he faced.

Really, while gas is an awful thing to watch - the death is painful - to even watch these deaths - it's also bad to die from a bullet, a hand grenade, or a machete.

A person is a process, one that leads to death.

We died like aunts of pets or foreigners.

The scholarly authorities on freezing to death seem to be, unsurprisingly, Canadians.

We all have to die, and I preferred to have just one death. It seems to me that to suffer insult without response is to die many deaths.

The currency of this world will be worthless at our death or at Christ's return, both of which are imminent.