Quotes About Death

Is she dead, Mr. Stone Fox? Is she dead?" little Willy asked, looking up at Stone Fox with his one good eye.

Duty is heavier than mountains, death is lighter than a feather.

From panic, pride, and terror, Revenge that knows no rein, Light haste and lawless error, Protect us yet again. Cloak Thou our undeserving, Make firm the shuddering breath, In silence and unswerving To taste Thy lesser death! —Kipling

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

A chama da vida arde por um tempo e então se apaga. As sepulturas aguardam pacientemente a hora de serem ocupadas. A morte é o fim de toda a vida. Viver é se remexer constantemente em um túmulo. As coisas vivem e morrem. Às vezes vivem bem, e às vezes mal, mas sempre morrem, e a morte é aquilo que reduz todas as coisas ao menor denominador comum.

Hey, people get killed from time to time, that's just the way of the world, let's not bust a budget about it . . .

Death had a strange effect on the left-behind people. Some found peace and a new life; some clutched the death to their breasts.

She was wondering about that when the 300-grain .338 slug ripped through her heart. Grant felt no impact, no pain. She did feel

GREER WAS STANDING OVER Cole Purdy's body when Lucas and the guard got to them and Greer was looking shaky and Lucas looked down at Purdy, who was lying on his back, gray eyes open to the hot sun, but already gone dull and blank. Blood spotted the front of his T-shirt, which was pulled tight over his chest: Greer had shot him six times, all the shots in the space of two hands, including two through Purdy's heart.

Robertson was in the operating room and no word on his condition was coming out. A bloody-handed nurse, who'd taken him in, stood washing her hands, and when Lucas asked, she said, "I've seen worse who lived. But then, I've seen better who died." No help there.

Green shook her head: "She's a smart woman. I'd be surprised if she was involved. But . . . and I say but . . . she's obviously a sociopath. It wouldn't bother her that people died to get her into the Senate. It would bother her that she could go to prison for it. She's made that calculation, too. That's why she gets so angry when she sees you.

There is nothing between me and death, but luck and sex and coincidence.

this life. We're just a bunch of meat. When we think something, it's just chemicals. When we love something, it's more chemicals. When we die, all the chemicals go back in the ground, and that's it. There's nothing left. You don't go anywhere, except in the ground. No heaven, no hell, no God, no nothing. Just . . . nothing.

He realized he was having a hard time recognizing that Marcy was gone, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, and that killing Fell would not answer the problem he was having with her death, would not bring her back, and could have devastating consequences for himself and his family. The little man at the back of his mind could whisper all of that to him: and yet, that realization had little effect on the urge for revenge.

She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.

Every creature has a survival instinct. It looks like fear but it's not the same thing. Fear isn't the desire to avoid death or pain. Fear is rooted in the knowledge that what you recognize as yourself can cease to exist. Fear is existential.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

You just know this is going to be bad, Susan said. —but when I went to college, Harry continued, throwing a piece of bread at Susan, if your roommate died, you were usually allowed to skip your finals for that semester. You know, because of the trauma. And oddly enough, your roommate got to skip them, too, Susan said. For much the same reason.

Fear isn't the desire to avoid death or pain. Fear is rooted in the knowledge that what you recognize as yourself can cease to exist. Fear is existential.

Do you know what I plan to do with my body once I am dead?" "I do not, Countess." "Neither do I. I'll be dead and I won't give a shit.

We have a problem," he said. "Is this another 'I think we have a potential energy flow' kind of problem?" Coloma asked. "No, this is a 'Holy shit, we're all definitely going to die a horrible death in the cold endless dark of space' kind of problem," Basquez said. "We'll be right down," Coloma said.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too," I said. "And you wait around for your body to catch up." "Is that what you're doing now?" Jane said. "Waiting for your body to catch up, I mean." "No, not anymore," I said. "You eventually get to live again. You just live a different life, is all.

But then he tripped and one of the land worms ate his face and he died anyway.

I have the power to call you here. As I have the power to condemn you to death. I hope we understand each other.