Quotes About Death

A man who does not know fear cannot die, because death has no place to enter." Vernon

You would let nine million dollars sit under this concrete?' 'Yeah.' He toed the concrete. 'I like my floor. The guys did a good job on it. It's nice and smooth.' 'If we got married and you died, I'd have this floor up before your body got cold.' 'As long as you don't slit my throat while I'm sleeping.' He looked down at me. 'You wouldn't, would you?' 'Not for money.

Unzipping that body bag didn't bother me," Ranger said, "but I'm going to have nightmares over this casino.

I want you to leave the guns in the car." "These are Trekkies we're dealing with. They could put the Vulcan death grip on us.

So, is it against the law to shoot someone after he's already dead?" "Yes, it's against the law." I made a small grimace. "I thought it would be.

Dear Lord,' Lula said, 'Bless this disgusting, swelled-up groundhog and take him into the Kingdom of Heaven or wherever it is that dead groundhogs are supposed to go. Amen.' We both made the sign of the cross. 'I would have said more, but I didn't really know the deceased,' Lula said.

figure you gotta have the right attitude about this stuff. Take Dolly, for instance. Dolly was gonna try to keep her lunch date, which is a good thing, because life gotta go on. And even though he was dead, Dirk sort of looked like he was smiling.

Death isn't such a big deal when it's happening to someone else.

I walked Grandma to the front door and gave her a hug. 'I love you,' I said to Grandma. 'I love you, too,' Grandma said. 'Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

I love you," I said to Grandma. "I love you, too," Grandma said. "Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

I'd take the flu over the funeral any day of the week.

Grandma Mazur reads the obituary columns like they're part of the paper's entertainment section. Other communities have country clubs and fraternal orders. The Burg has funeral parlors. If people stopped dying, the social life of the Burg would come to a grinding halt.

Whose birthday?" I asked. "No one's," Connie said. "We're celebrating that you're not dead.

Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

We received our colouring from the Norsemen, hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. We are the ones who sacked Rome. Fear only feeble old age and death in bed. Don't forget who you are.

echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.

It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be wounded or mutilated. She could never shoot herself or jump off a building. But being dead wasn't unthinkable.

Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger

purification in fire. public cremation

Death disapearance was what you didnt talk about. like a sewer running under the street, the shit was down there, out of sight, but you could smell it, it didnt go away, it didnt vanish

She didn't like weepy films. She liked to quote D. H. Lawrence : Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got. Hers were grim European films — Antonioni, Bertolucci, Bergman — films where everybody died or wished they had.

It was that you had to take so many stompings from life that you'd be happy when the time came to close your eyes and never open them ever again

God is dead, haven't you heard, he died a hundred years ago, gave out from sheer lack of interest, decided to play golf instead.

He could sense the ridiculousness of life even as it tore the guts out of him. She saw that now. And death lay coiled in the dark between the perception and the pain.