Quotes About Finality

If you see a man kiss me, I better be in my casket.

When you lose a child in an accident as I did, it's final - you're not caught in this longing for him, to search for him, knowing he's out there some place.

You can't do damage control dead.

I'm going be that n-n-nail in your coffin

Death's an insult.

Death is the final chapter in a book you can't unread. You keep waiting to feel like the person you were before that chapter ended. You never will.

Death is not seductive. It does not come silk-clad and sweet-smelling as I did for my chosen. It is lonely and cold and merciless. It takes everything from you, before it finally takes you.

She's dead. She's dead.

Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven't said enough!

But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

It was not how one lived, but how one chose to die.

A vida é como um livro, filho. E todo livro tem um fim. Não importa o quanto você goste do livro você vai chegar na última página e ele vai terminar. Nenhum livro é completo sem o fim. E quando você chega lá somente quando você lê as últimas palavras é que você vê como o livro é bom. Ele parece mais real.

If your last words are somehow meant to encapsulate your entire existence, Liz finds um strangely appropriate. Um means nothing. Um is what you say while you're thinking of what you'll really say. Um suggests someone interrupted before they'd begun. Um is a fifteen-year-old girl who gets hit by a taxicab in front of a mall on the way to help pick out a prom dress for a prom she isn't even going to, for God's sake.

Your music is the music of death.

Now he goes along the dark road, thither whence they say no one returns.

Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born.

Loop, you shot him in the head... Fuck yeah he dead.

Death comes to us all sooner or later. We cannot escape it.

Click click, bang. Curtains close, and ... scene. Type 'The End'. None

for Capitol residents, being a real person means a kind of birdlike flight, freed from any kind of gravity - aesthetic, ethical, or relational - an effortless flapping of weightless wings on the way forward toward the always receding and ever more lurid 'final word in entertainment'.

Death is the only grammatically correct full stop…

because here, Bullet, here is where the world ends, every time.

seemed to him that every two seconds the fates arranged for him to say goodbye to someone. All of it, of course, leading up to the final send-off.

Not long thereafter, Danny appeared with us for the last time, at Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis on March 20, 2008. In the band we all knew this was it. We wouldn't see Danny onstage again.