Quotes About Death

She was already dead, but we were starved for followers and stupefied by the elixir of our own heroism, and so we pretended words could resurrect her.

If you've helped someone die, there is nothing I can tell you. If you haven't, I don't want to tell you. But I must, or what came later may make no sense.

I'm sorry he's dead but I am happier, by far, that he lived.

I think that the power over death and life is the greatest strength that any person can have. It trumps sex and wealth. If I'm willing to die no one can master me.

You can't fight with death, all you can do is stand your ground and hope that the foundation don't fall out from under you.

mortality is a living critique of the divine

It's like a door open at the side of the house and this cool breeze is blowing in over the back of my neck. The breeze is Death whispering and that door is open for me to go through anytime I want. And I want to go through. I want the confusion to stop--no, not only confusion but pain too.

When I was a kid," I said, "I thought that if I worried about every way I could possibly die, then none of them would happen and I'd live forever.

The fact that we once knew each other in Fifth Ward, Houston, Texas, and that we were both still alive and ambulatory, was a miracle in itself. Where we came from he's dead was as common a phrase as he's sick or he's saved. People died in our world with appalling regularity.

It was a reminder that the most desperate battles are fought in our hearts and souls, and that death is only one final trick of the mind.

I ate with them and slept with them, and I killed enough blue-eyed young men to know that they were just as afraid to die as I was.

I wore death on my shoulder like a superheroes cape, but that didn't matter. I was going to fight the good fight and, win or lose, I'd be counted as a man who struggled against his own fate.

Life, he said, has little to do with progress. More often than not men make the decisions that lead to their own deaths. They delegate, hate, stay when all the signs say go. Mostly they're unwilling to make a deal. And they're almost all forgotten. No better remembered than a cockroach who succumbs to a poison that you set down under the pantry six months before.

I had forgotten that Death was watching from all sides; that it comes at you from the place you least expect.

The voice of some absent, or probably some deceased, relative was, in such cases, heard as repeating the party's name. Sometimes the aerial summoner intimated his own death, and at others it was no uncommon circumstance that the person who fancied himself so called, died

Sara gave her the scarf that it would be her last birthday? There were so many unanswered questions. Was Mama partial to the blue-and-black scarf because I gave it to her? Gulping in air and swallowing past the lump in her throat, Sara couldn't hold back her tears any more than she could all the others she had shed since her mother's death. Watching Mama slip away so fast had

I've died before. It was boring, so I stood up.

Santa Monica's only walkable if death is no hurdle. The air's the wrong colour. People put sunglasses on their dogs. It's a hideous place where humans are not welcome and those who stay suffer eight kinds of brain damage.

You want to go out to dinner sometime? Sorry, no. I'm married, not hungry, infected with seven unknown diseases, gay, pregnant with lizards and clinically dead.

From his vantage, three steps back and to the right, Tallow could see Rosato's eye a good five inches outside Rosato's head and still attached to his eye socket by a mess of red worms. In that single second, Tallow abstractedly realized that in his last moment of life, James Rosato could see his killer from two different angles.

The absolute best thing anyone can do is grab desperately at the throttle. But they don't. Because it's a speeding death kaleidoscope made out of tits." Adam

Life is something very short that happens in between deaths.

Spider Jerusalem: You want to go out to dinner sometime? Hannah Enkidu: Sorry, no. I'm married, not hungry,infected with seven unknown diseases, gay, pregnant with lizards and clinically dead.

An expression crept over Asher's face that was not unlike that of a lonely child being told that Santa had not in fact been strangled to death in an alley in New Orleans