Quotes About Death

They found Seth Hubbard in the general area where he had promised to be, though not exactly in the condition expected. He was at the end of a rope, six feet off the ground and twisting slightly in the wind.

Since we can all agree that it's wrong to kill, why do we allow the State to kill?

He made a mistake, one that would send him to death row and eventually cost him his freedom for life.

While considering my decision in this case, I told a friend, a layman, I believed the facts and the law dictated that I must grant a new trial to a man who had been convicted and sentenced to death. My friend asked, "Is he a murderer?" I replied simply, "We won't know until he receives a fair trial." God help us, if ever in this great country we turn our heads while people who have not had fair trials are executed. That almost happened in this case.

Right now Verna is blaming everyone. She's broken, she's terrified, and she's not rational. And, I'm not sure she's getting good advice. I got the impression these guys are sitting around the table, her table, scheming ways to sue anyone who's remotely connected to Hugo's death.

said, her eyes suddenly darting from David's to Wally's. "That's the deal. Who is it?" "There's a man two blocks over, used to play poker with Percy, croaked last year in the shower two months after my Percy passed. I know for a fact he was on Krayoxx." Wally's eyes were wild. "What's his name?" "You said cash, right? Five hundred cash.

that there was no mud on his shoes and no tracks below him, so therefore he was probably hanging and dead when the rain began. Why was that important? Ultimately, it was not. The logistics of hanging oneself from a tree are not that simple.

They decided that since they were dead men anyway, they would take their chances in the jungle, where they spent the first three days and nights lost in the bush. When they were too weak to walk and were discussing ways to commit suicide, they killed an injured Japanese soldier they caught napping in the woods.

two murders and a man named Junior Mace, who is now sitting on death row at Starke.

Live while you live, then die and be done with.

What is life? It departs covertly. Like a thief Death took him.

white was the norm at the French court and continuing to dress in black until her own death in 1589

Darnley and William Taylor were found dead under a tree in their nightshirts.

Change was afoot at court even before the ceremony. A palace revolution began the day after Henry II's death.

Mary Tudor died on November 17, 1558

and one of the executioners took the medallion from around her neck

His two infant sons had died the previous year

There is a connection between heaven and earth. Finding that connection gives meaning to everything, including death. Missing it makes everything meaningless, including life.

She taught me that the world would continue without me. And eventually I learned that lesson. It took some time...Everything is cliche. Her death taught me that life is short.

At some point I asked her if she was at peace with the idea of dying. She looked at me like I was stupid and insane. "No," she said. "I want to live." You idiot! would have finished the sentence nicely. It was one of the only times she seemed really disappointed in me. I realized I had learned everything I know about death from movies. There is no peace in dying.

If watching television doesn't hasten death, it surely manages to make death very inviting; for television so shamelessly sentimentalizes and romanticizes death that it makes the living feel they have missed something - just by staying alive.

You know, everybody dies. My parents died. Your father died. Everybody dies. I'm going to die too. So will you. The thing is, to have a life before we die. It can be a real adventure having a life

Death, it seems, Garp wrote, does not like to wait until we are prepared for it. Death is indulgent and enjoys, when it can, a flair for the dramatic.

The history of a city was like the history of a family—there is closeness and even affection, but death eventually separates everyone from each other. It is only the vividness of memory that keeps the dead alive forever; a writer's job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as our personal memories.