Quotes About Death

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."-

Describe the smell to me." "Are you serious right now?" "Yes, I want to know." "It's like a family of raccoons hotboxed themselves to death in a dumpster, and someone distilled their fermented remains." "Huh," Satie said. "I usually just say it smells like Malört, but I like your version, too.

Either every member of your pure race of human dies, or every human dies. And, well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you know how mongrels think, Mr. Smyrt. They have no appreciation for the perfection of purity.

I looked at Fowler, who had had a bullet applied directly to her forehead.

Your friend Leon certainly didn't join to be in the military - he can't stand the people we will protect. People join because they're not ready to die and they don't want to be old. They join because life on Earth isn't interesting past a certain age. Or they join to see someplace new before they die. That's why I joined, you know. I'm not joining to fight or be young again. I just want to see what it's like to be somewhere else .

I am not Death. I am killing; I am the verb, I am the action, I am the performance.

Pensé que había muerto y estaba en el cielo. Como estaba oficialmente difunto en la Tierra y volaba por el sistema solar en una nave espacial, supongo que no andaba muy desencaminado.

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.

I can think of no better way to die than as a martyr for my race and my way of life, Smyrt said. And if the Colonial Union dies with us, then I will welcome its diluted population as our honor guard into hell.

She dropped dead mid-sentence, still pissy. On one hand, she really didn't feel it, which I suppose isn't a bad thing. On the other hand, well. I think it came as a surprise to her that she could die.

What happens if I don't leave the planet within seventy-two hours?" I said as I handed the paper back to the recruiter. "Nothing," she said, taking the form. "Except that since you're legally dead, all your belongings are split up according to your will, your health and life benefits are canceled or disbursed to your heirs and being legally dead, you have no legal right to protection under the law from everything from libel to murder.

So someone could just come up and kill me, and there would be no legal repercussions?" "Well, no," she said. "If someone were to murder you while you were legally dead, I believe that here in Ohio they could be tried for 'disturbing a corpse.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Since I was now officially legally dead on Earth and flying across the solar system in a spaceship, I guess I wasn't too far off.

Alex Roentgen twisted again, faced the ground that would kill him, and screamed the scream of the abandoned.

Many fear death. But I do not. For I've tasted the oneness we call love. Death cannot steal it. Nor temper it. No, I'll take my love with me, wherever I travel. And it shall endure.

The body can survive while the soul dies.

Annie didn't reply, her own words about death reminding her of the terror that had consumed her when she dropped beneath the waves. In that blackness, she hadn't thought about those she loved, or of all that she'd done. On the contrary, she'd been reminded of what she hadn't done. And the fear of never doing such things had filled her with a longing she hadn't known.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

Life cannot be cut off quickly. One cannot be dead until the things he changed are dead. His effect is the only evidence of his life. While there remains even a plaintive memory, a person cannot be cut off, dead. And he thought, "It's a long slow process for a human to die. We kill a cow, and it is dead as soon as the meat is eaten, but a man's life dies as a commotion in a still pool dies, in little waves, spreading and growing back toward stillness.

Nobody has the right to remove any single experience from another. Life and death are promised. We have a right to pain.

I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir, but I do have a choice of how I do it.

The only good writer was a dead writer.

Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that.