To The Death Quotes

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

‘Eighth one this week, ’ he said.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

His voice was oily and slick as it poured from his mouth like liquid acid, threatening to hook onto the woman's hair like a fishing hook and drag her back to death.

Do not wander in the deeps, Where the Shriker's shadow creeps.When he rises from beneath, Beware the Sharpness of his teeth.

If you let something scare you to death, then the worst has happened.

Do you know what it’s like to kill a man? You just pushed a knife into living, moving skin and you realize you pierced a heart that beats against your sharp knife.-Lucas Tyrel

As a resident, my highest ideal was not saving lives -- everyone dies eventually -- but guiding a patient or family to an understanding of death or illness.

Death is another inevitable consequence of possessing something without its understanding

Death is another inevitable consequence of possessing something without its understanding.

Every dead body that is not exterminated, gets up and kills. The people it kills, get up and kill!

As a mistress, death seemed lacking in many essentials. Therefore, I decided not to die.

Oh God, there were so many stars you could have used. What was the need to give these people to the fire, that the symbol of their passing might shine above Bethlehem?

What did you do for them, Bone? Teach them to read and write? Help them rebuild, give the, Christ, help restore a culture? Did you remember to warn the, that it could never be Eden?

We all end up dying in the end. It’s just a question of how and when.

When you act without feeling, that's the living death.

Death stoops over me.I'm a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.

The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?

Often I Wish I Werea potato.Eyes openedin all directions.Unafraid of the cold earth.The differencebetween life and deathfor somebody.

Welcome to thee, O sword of eternity!Through BuddhaAnd through Daruma alikeThou hast cleft thy way.

I was planning a death, not a burglary, but in many ways that just made it easier. Taking a life was, in my experience, a damned sight less complicated than taking jewels from a hidden strongbox.

Life is a playground and a laboratory

I can't imagine it's easy to like someone, hate them, and then lose them before any of those feelings are resolved.

Death is only a translation of life into another language.

It’s almost funny, in a tragic way, that the fiery thing at the center of my universe did die and that I, a girl whose name is synonymous with summer, am expected to live without it.

I wasn’t dying alone. My beloved was dying with me.

Remember, Pia, " he whispers. "Perfect is as perfect does.

If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain.

I'm not going to lie to you and say it gets easier, because it doesn't. It's just that you get used to it. The human animal has an amazing capacity to get used to almost anything.

I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will

People say that they want to kill me. All I say is "I'm sorry but your appointment doesn't start until another hour, please sit in the waiting room.

Broken doesn't mean we're valued any less, it just means we've loved someone so much and so fiercely that losing them feels like we've lost part of ourselves.

People don't like to talk about death because it makes them sad.

I never fear death... for me it's only a new beginning.

There is no reason for him to be in a strange land, the grim reaper holding him close, saying, "Yes, today is the day, " or "No, not yet.

Don't be sad because I'm dying, be happy because very second another great human being is born, another person that ill have chances to do greater things than me.

This is me being sad.Maybe you think I'm being happy in this picture. Really I'm being sad but pretending I'm being happy. I'm doing that because I think people won't like me if I look sad.

Death is beautiful, part of life... No, it is sad. It’s sad when anyone dies. Even though every single human dies. So it’s really not that sad.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked."You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

Miranda was dark, like a midnight sky. But as she fell, her eyes shone like stars themselves.

Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear it very often.

In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .

Death is the saddest part of life.

I took one look at his composed face and know he doesn’t understand, because if he did understand, he would be weeping, too, for this boy who loved a world that never loved him.