Quotes About Death

For Her Ugliness loved stories full of darkness. She didn't want to be told tales of good fortune and beauty, she liked to hear about death, ugly things, secrets heavy with tears. She wanted her very own world, and it had never heard of beauty and good fortune.

After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you'd never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real conjured up with the right words, and you could leave them behind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to yourself.

Death has white hounds.

The rain pummeled the old Dragon bones as though to provide the rhythm to the song of their mortality, but death was not what they had on their minds—or wasn't love sometimes called the small death?

That was what made fighting so easy - you could always choose death rather than captivity.

The Bluebeard's terrible parting gift had been to make desire rhyme with death and fear.

No. Nothing could make it easier. You lost what you loved. That was death, here as well as there.

Life seemed so much stronger than death, death so much stronger than life. Like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Perhaps it's true that death is only the beginning of a new story, but no one has ever read the book in which it's written.

But the marten laughed. And once again it sounded like an old woman's laughter. All stories end with me, Bluejay, Death said. You will find me everywhere.

He held up the book then. "I'm reading it to you for relax." "Has it got any sports in it?" "Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest ladies. Snakes. Spiders … Pain. Death. Brave men. Cowardly men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles." "Sounds okay," I said, and I kind of closed my eyes. William Goldman, The Princess Bride

15 Minutes! Muttered Vidal, who like all monsters, like death, was always punctual.

Das Gras war weiß vom Raureif, weiß wie die Frauen, die auf den Schwarzen Prinzen warteten, aber ihr Bann brach, sobald Meggie das Lachen der Kinder hörte. Sie bewarfen sich mit Tannenzapfen und schrien auf, wenn der Marder, nach ihnen sprang. Das Leben schien so viel stärker als der Tod, der Tod so viel stärker als das Leben. Wie Ebbe und Flut...

Here is a small fact. You are going to die. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Men! A few nights of coughing and they see the reaper standing by their bedside.

Hat meine Schwester dir gesagt, dass jeder Mensch, der meinen Namen ausspricht, des Todes ist?

Some come here to wait for death, others for life to begin at last, others again live only on the stories they are told.

Vidal, que, como todos os monstros, especialmente a Morte, sempre é pontual.

A mesa com o mapa da floresta já servira de mesa de jantar para o moleiro sua família. Agora servia à morte. À morte e ao medo.

Ofelia could still hear Mercedes crying while the blood of the dying girl in her arms was dripping down into the well. She recognized the lullaby Mercedes hummed. And then... Ofelia smiled - oh, so faintly - and then could hear no more. And Mercedes bent over the dead girl and sobbed until the dark hard was wet with her tears.

Ofelia could still hear Mercedes crying while the blood of the dying girl in her arms was dripping down into the well. She recognized the lullaby Mercedes hummed. And then... Ofelia smiled - oh, so faintly - and then could hear no more. And Mercedes bent over the dead girl and sobbed until the dark hair was wet with her tears.

do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. Pablo Neruda, "The Dead Woman," The Captain's

I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. Pablo Neruda, "The Dead Woman," The Captain's Verses

Stories become great by hacking your brain. Nothing that happens in fiction matters. The people in fiction are fictional so their triumphs and tragedies have literally no consequence. The death of the yogurt you doomed to a fiery death in your gut acid this morning is finitely more tragic than the deaths of Romeo and Juliet. The yogurt was alive and then it died. Romeo and Juliet never lived in the first place.