Quotes About Death

If the souls of the dead could speak, they'd scream for release. Not just release from the Lake, but from their memories. Memories gnaw away at me relentlessly. I remember so much of my past, all the times where I failed or could have done better. With nothing else to do, I'm forced to review my life, over and over. Even my most minor errors become supreme lapses of judgement.

They washed up on some far-off bank, where their bodies were devoured by animals and birds of prey. He chuckled when I turned pale. Not a pretty way to go, is it? It is as good as any, Seba disagreed. When I die, this is how I want to be disposed of. Dead bodies are an essential part of the natural food chain. Feeding flesh to fires is a waste.

The urge to throw myself over the edge is strong. To die so beautifully, so perfectly… To fly for a handful of seconds… Become part of the sea, dashed against the rocks until I'm nothing, then swept away to the Otherworld in the company of fish, mermaids, and all the other creatures of the deep…

Embrace death, dance with it a while, and finally fall prey to it.

Death is the only mistress worth love because she owns us already. Loving one of your own is a form of slavery. Only by learning to love death can one taste freedom. By acknowledging the bonds of our mortality, we are freed to explore the loops that form the chains of life.

Murder doesn't round out anybody's life except the murdered's and sometimes the murderer's.

Our friend Nunheim was filled full of .32s just about an hour after he copped the sneak on us - deader'n hell. The pills look like they come from the same gun that cut down the Wolf dame. The experts are matching 'em up now. I guess he wishes he'd stayed and talked to us.

For myself, I counted on coming through all in one piece. Few men get killed. Most of those who meet sudden ends get themselves killed.

No. There is no balance, and no retribution, and no rules. The rules and balances you blather about are hopeful creations of a man fearing death.

I'm of the opinion that secrets kept in life should be honored in death, that nothing changes simply because you're not there to defend yourself.

And now it is boring; here in Tanzania, she is bored. She will die of a crushing monotony before she even has a chance at a high-altitude cerebral edema. —

Necross: The wound! It will prove fatal -- but -- I am not worried! Cerebus: Really? Why not? Necross: Because that means I'll be dead in a few minutes . . . OOPS . . . better make that a few . . . seconds . . .

Death is knowing you're about to die,' says Mam. It's seeing the dead and seeing the living all at once. It's wanting not to die and not to live. It's wanting to stay with the last breath when the dead and the living are all around you, and touching you, and whispering, It's all right, Mam. Everything's all right. But there's no way of staying with the last breath. You have to die.

Death is hungry and Destruction is determined and it does not like its intended victims to get away.

I think of him dreaming of being married to Kim and of tractors and harvesters and conferences in nice country hotels while my dreams are filled with war, with snakes, with bloody wounds, disaster and death. I keep feeling blood trickling over my skin.

She glanced around at the tombstones. "You're surrounded by death here. Way too depressing. You really might want to think about getting another job." "You see death and sadness in these sunken patches of dirt, I see lives lived fully and the good deeds of past generations influencing the future ones.

People who attempted to end their lives, no matter how amateurishly they might do so at first, often got better at it, with the result that on the third, fourth or sixth try, they ended up on a slab with a coroner poking around their remains.

Dead by her hand. All dead. The price of her freedom? Chung-Cha's soul.

Facing fear is better than running from it, he said. What if it's fear you can't beat? Then it might be better to be dead, he answered.

Important man, they say. Lot of important men in this world. But they die just like the rest of us. God's way of making life fair.

mouth to start screaming. Not a bad way to go, actually. Seagraves calmly laid down the rifle and peeled off his jumpsuit

Shaw, we're going to die, aren't we?" "Probably. Why?" "Just wanted confirmation.

Vega, death is only fear. Without fear, there is no death. Without death, there are no bars. Without bars, there is only freedom.

The packs of cigarettes available here carried the typical skulls and crossbones on them, but apparently no one in North Korea cared. They smoked. They died. What did it matter?