Quotes About Death

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front – in our ancestors, back and back until...

John: 'Have mercy. I don't want to die!'Sita: 'Then you should never have been born.

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.

Death is woven in with the violets, " said Louis. "Death and again death.")

And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?

But you said so yourself, the poor lass will die of it...Do you really want her to die?'Yes, I'd rather she died than have a bad life.

Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?""Then what died? who are you mourning?""A point of view.

Ich werde stehen und warten.Ich werde müde werden.Ich werde nicht einschlafen.Ich werde sterben.

They suffered with his death and she - she suffered with their reaction to it.

I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don't know what happens next, afterward.

Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.

The Angel of Death is always a young person, or a group of young people, you'll begin seeing them left and right soon.

For, truly, the man who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels differentwhen they're gone.

The thin line between life and death is still under construction.

Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept.

Death was kind." He drew a sharp breath. "But no father should have to give such a kindness to his child.

When it's my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my enemies.

Fear leads to death as the window to the courtyard. Jump!

That's what death is, Danny thought: wanting to talk to someone and not being able to.

Death is the force that will create your new life. It is a mechanism of transformation. Welcome it.

Of all the ways I had imagined my death, getting beaten by my zombified mentor while trapped by a cannibalistic window handle wasn't one of them

Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide

Can I just say that dying sucks? All that bullshit about seeing the light and having this inner peace, blah, blah, blah. It's crap.