Quotes About Death

In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably.

Some mortals--like you--are already half in love with death. It is who you are, and I'll not make it harder on you by telling you things you don't need to know. Ask me again when you die. Then I'll tell you everything, anything, nothing.

What do the dead need?" "Prayers, tea, and a little bit of whiskey." then seventeen-year-old Rebekkah answered, "They need nourishment." "Memories, Love, Letting go," Maylene added.

In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and memory were but a blink from death.

To nie choroba czy ?mier? wprowadzaj? nas do raju. To muzyka.

Of course, no one likes the frailty that can come from old age, but guess what? The opposite of age is not youth: It's death. Age is not the approach towards death, it's the increasingly precious alternative to it. So, as I grow older, I want to look older, dammit. Otherwise where's the glory in survival?

In death, as in sleep, I am all things.

He understood the mind's pride, filleting, pinning down life. Understood taking apart, reassembling and labeling. To Understand was to control, to keep the terror of human insignificance at bay. It was routine to self-importance, this ability to kill and to rebuild, to catalog and stop any motion too directly pointing out human limitation and death.

Whom the gods love dies young.

Oscar Wilde summoned his last measure of strength to say, "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go.

The man cupped his hand in front of his lips, speaking to me out of the side of his mouth, so no one would hear – he told me that he enjoyed watching people die.

Men who do things are men who are already dead.

La mort va fugir pel cor i quan ja no vaig tenir la mort a dintre em vaig morir...

Qui sap fins a quin punt som morts quan morim.

Solo los muertos no me dan miedo. No piden nada; por eso me dan tanta pena y los quiero tanto, y aún más cuando a veces pienso que soy una muerta viva... que ya habría muerto hace muchas muchas vidas de otra gente... Hay que enterrarlos en lo más profundo de la tierra para que puedan reposar para siempre muy cerca de las raíces. Y convertirse en árboles.

I've always had bronchitis. I've been administered the Sacrament of Death three times for it.

In the midst of death's relentless power, I yet among the living stand

He was lost. He knew it. He had neither the size nor the strength to defeat her, and she had him cornered. But he would fight. He was a warrior, the prince-son of the unicorns, and he meant to go down fighting. There would be no songs to mark his death; and none of his people would even know. But he had saved Korr and the others of the band. It was noon — they were safe out of the hills by now, and none of the rest of it mattered.

The Witch's knife like nails drummed the crystal of the windowsill, chipping and scoring it. They sounded like death beatles clicking in the walls.'Taste it,' the pearl was telling her, 'That I may know my daughter's heart.' Almost without a thought, Ariel touched a few grains of the Witch's dust to her tongue, and a sharp sensation went through her like a pinprick. It was the bitterest thing she has ever known. it tasted like despair.

Please be quiet," Ike said. "Sounds that surround our body at the time of death are our soul's living blanket. The sound wraps us, carrying us to a city by cool waters, the place we reside after death. Chants remind the newly dead that they are no longer alive. As my voice grows dimmer, Hao's soul will understand it is moving away from the earth. It's necessary for peaceful transition—he'll know his death isn't a dream.

Labels make death and disease easier to handle. They apply makeup to tragedy's face.

I despise the way blackness in the English language, symbolizes death and negativity. Because I believe that the absorption of these connotations contributes to self-hate, I avoid them at all cost.

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Ono Å¡to nije zapisano, i ne postoji; bilo pa umrlo.