Quotes About Death

Is killing someone always like this?" "Just the first couple of times. After that it's like folding socks. But that's just me." She

Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.

Something about Texas I'm not proud of is that our state murdered 37 people last year alone.

The true mystery of Okawa school was the one we all face. No mind can encompass it; consciousness recoils in panic. The idea of conspiracy is what we supply to make sense of what will never be sensible— the fiery fact of death. Extinction of life: extinction of a perfect, a beloved child: for eternity. Impossible! the soul cries out. What are they hiding?

The universe wraps everything up inside it, in the end," Kaneta said. "Life, death, grief, anger, sorrow, joy. There was no boundary, then, between the living and the dead. There was no boundary between the selves of the living. The thoughts and feelings of everyone who was there at that moment melted into one. That was the understanding I achieved at that time, and it was what made compassion possible, and love, in something like the Christian sense.

The earthquake is the thing that all humans face: the banal inevitability of death. We don't know when it will come, but we know that it will. We take refuge in elaborate and ingenious precautions, but in the end they are all in vain. We think about it even when we are not thinking about it; after a while, it seems to define what we are. It comes most often for the old, but we feel it most cruelly when it also takes away the young.

She stood by his bedside and waited for him to die.

Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.

Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain. ... Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

Stories like Yu's shocked Yang. 'I did not foresee this level of cruelty,' he said. 'There was cannibalism in ancient times in famines. People used to talk about "exchanging children to eat", because they could not bear to eat their own children. But this was much worse.' Even the final nationwide death toll, a figure which has been known in the west for more than two decades, was a revelation.

Good ideas kill projects. Sometimes it's a quick death, but often it's a slow, lingering death caused by missed milestones and a spiraling bug count.

men with guns stole our future by killing the best of our leaders, again and again—in one single tragic year, Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy. And day after day, death upon death, they steal our dreams by killing the people we love.

No, we have an epidemic of death because our government has been bullied and bribed by a powerful lobby which values guns more than human life.

The thing about being dead, Mr. Lehman, is that there's no future in it.

He did not have a particularly ruminative or philosophical bent—or at least he didn't think of himself in those terms. Perhaps, working day after day in a world of violence and blood and death, it was impossible not to grow philosophical with the passage of years. Maybe most other homicide cops spent a lot of time contemplating the dark side of human potential; maybe he wasn't the only one; he had no way of knowing; it wasn't the kind of thing most cops talked about.

The only way to remove pain from death is to remove love from life.

Our culture's quest to hide death behind a facade of denial has made fools and pretended immortals of us all. Perhaps it would be more helpful and liberating to begin each day by repeating the words of Crazy Horse, "Today is a good day to die.

Just like my great-grandfather," Jack said. "He died in his sleep. Much more peacefully than the screaming passengers in the car he was driving.

It's like being dead without the commitment.

Hawaii is the best form of comfort for me. When I die, I want to be cremated, and I want half my ashes spread in the Pacific around the island, the rest on the property.

Someone called all the newspapers in New York and told them I'd died. I've been told by almost everyone it was an ex-wife - I've had a few so it's hard to pinpoint which one - but who knows for sure?

you're just as dead whether they were born in a mansion or a slum, use a Magnum or a zip gun.

Ay! Es un perro y va a morir! Le sacaré los ojos con las uñas! Lo mataré! Voy a—