To The Death Quotes

Life happens, whether you're in it or not, but death doesn't give you a choice.

How many dragons does a girl have to slay to get some respect around here?

What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communicationOf the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

Mindless fear is greater than mindful fear.

When we all pass from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have is his own story to tell.

Where does the story end? That's what it's all about. It's what we all want to know.

Life is like that. Death sweeps it away. That's what death is for. That's why they keep telling this story. It's the only story.

[T]here is something to recommend a story that ends.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.

I know the resolution. I know the end of the story before it ever begins. I must choose love. And for this, I will surely die.

Mans vanity transgresses death

Death is just another path to take, as real as morning.

However difficult death is for us to accept, we must... how would we learn to appreciate each moment if it were not precious? If life were forever?

and to die with the Warrior's Prayer on his lips. For, 'Yes', he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life. Acceptance.

Forgive me, my sons. I've been defeated by this despicable idiot. This is as far as I go.I leave everything to you.You have my gratitude. Farewell, my sons.

I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

she delighted in being of the same substance as them, and in knowing that when she died her flesh would nourish other lives as they had nourished her.

For us (Muslims) death is an incident: for them (the Europeans), the end.

As thoroughly as mankind has killed God, the reader has despatched the author.

Sometimes I think gravity may be death in disguise. Other times I think gravity is love, which is why love's only demand is that we fall.

I could write my name across the sky, and it would be in invisible ink.

As human beings, we're born believing that we are the apex of creation, that we are invincible, that no problem exists that we cannot solve. But we inevitably die with all our beliefs broken.

She's the gristle stuck between Time's teeth, and I love her for it.

After a lifetime of wanting to be loved, she didn't think she could bear it if it finally happened just before she was about to die.

War sounds romantic, heroic even, until everyone you know starts dying.

Death reminds us that life is a temporary privilege, not an endless right.

When we all part from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have to share is his own story.

you are the cause by which I die

In the presence of death reason and philosophy are silent

Careful. When you dabble too much with reason life becomes nothing but a process of dying.

The pity is not that there is a myth of Sylvia Plath but that the myth is not simply that of an enormously gifted poet whose death came carelessly, by mistake, and too soon.

Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give.Almost.It is death by living.

In the blink of an eye, the fairytales told to children were as real as death and taxes. Vampires, shifters, trolls, demons and creatures of myth, were as real as the air we breathe.

No gods or demons would stop him in his quest of being reunited with her.

The moonlight covered the tombstones with an ethereal glow, and the statues above the tombs stood like silent guards waiting for something to happen.

I want you to kiss me, Longinus. Kiss me like this night will never end. If I am going to die, then this is my last request. Will you grant it?

Sometimes Death lurks after them for days, weeks, or even months, waiting for their time... Sometimes it doesn’t, and I’ve often raced that omnipresent Reaper to one portion of its work.

Yes, I’ve killed! I’ve killed as indiscriminately as God! And yes, I will kill again. I must.

Come now, Pendragon Princess. You didn’t get dressed up to die, we both know that.

The sunken grave would fade away, probably in my lifetime. If I could avoid killer zombies for a few years. And vampires. And gun-toting humans. Oh, hell, the hot-spot would probably outlast me.

For our kind, death is only the beginning.

Don’t listen to the ramblings of fools, ” he said, smiling grimly. “When it comes down to it, if they knew the truth, no one would want to live on this earth forever.

When he whispered my name, that's when I knew- this was how death felt.

Consume life before it spoils.

How much dust can a body make? Little specks of death. Measuring life in millimeters.

Life is an activity with which we kill time while we wait for something, someone, or the mere passage of time to kill us.

Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?

More likely, they would just cease to exist.""That's death.""No, it's different. Death leaves a corps.

Oh, how we could blossom if we didn't have to fight to the death to merely exist!

Sluka shook her head. "We're talking about them in the past tense, and we never even discussed them in the present. It's like their only reason for existing was so they could die.