Quotes About Death

Kings can choose other than to sin. They can choose death instead.

Yep, that girl was as dead as you could get inside. But Scarlett Jo wasn't worried. Not really. Because sometimes a person has to die in order to really live.

The world is not with us enough O taste and see the subway Bible poster said, meaning The Lord, meaning if anything all that lives to the imagination's tongue, grief, mercy, language, tangerine, weather, to breathe them, bite, savor, chew, swallow, transform into our flesh our deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince, living in the orchard and being hungry, and plucking the fruit.

She scratched the back of her neck slowly with her nails, ripping long, deep welts, trying to chase it away. Numbness is worse than pain: it's like a violent wasting disease when all connection with the outside world evaporates, nothing matters, nothing counts, nothing touches or entertains or surprises; even physical sensations feel distant and unreal. It's death without the paperwork.

To speak somewhat frankly, every boy I've known as well as killed has struck me as his corpse's baby picture.

But Henry didn't care how sexily I described the idea of him dead. He just listened and nodded like I was giving him directions to the next town.

So I thought, you know, Teach me about death, Satan, I don't care. And it was all about murder, which was great because when you're not the one getting murdered, murder's the ultimate interesting thing. I totally agree with that.

When everyone you know is either very far away from you or hides, you find someone dead to love.

In a world where the dead have returned to life, the word" trouble' loses much of its meaning.

If he bleeds to death on the pavilion floor, will he truly have died? Or will the web-work of mosquito curtains draw up into the heavens, amid thunderous applause, and his comrades lift him by the arms? Will the sick, lame, and the dying walk again, missing limbs restored? Will the dead enter from the wings to take a bow?

How many of those dead animals you see on the highway are suicides?

In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

consequences. It brings death instead of life and perfection. It is sin, the breaking of the law that prevents men and women from becoming what they were meant to be. It is sin that removes them from a life with God. 'This fact is obvious in every aspect of our lives

You survived," Death said, appearing again as Cat. "They were vicious. If they'd –" "– Don't go there." "You've always known really bad people are following you," Death said, softening what she was going to say. "But did you know I've been following you too?" "Why?" Word asked, not getting it. "Simple," Cat said. "If I keep you alive many others won't die.

It's as if I died too,' she whispered to herself, 'as if I was born dead.' Ironically, it was true. Emotionally she knew what her mind did not, beyond logic, beyond reason, as if somehow deep inside she felt what Sarah knew.

Don't get all sentimental on me, Makes me think I'm gonna die.

Not so bizarre, and a method for which I have respect, is freezing to death on a mountain. It takes a certain sort of person to want to die this way: having a love of and knowledge of mountains, determination, and the enduring courage to carry it off.

Valkyrie, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your friend is most likely dead." "Of course he's dead. He's a skeleton.

We didn't die,' she said. Of course not. I'm too clever to die, and you're too pretty.' I am pretty,' Valkryie said, managing a grin.

Clarabelle laughed like she'd just heard the funniest thing ever. "Of course you HOPE you won't die, Valkyrie! Who would HOPE to die? That's just SILLY! But you probably WILL die, that's what I'm saying. Don't you think so?

I cross the place where my heart used to be and hope to be even deader than I am now.

We're not robbing him," Skulduggery said." But I'm afraid I have some bad news." "Is it Deacon?" Francine asked, her eyes wide. "It is." "Is he sick?" "It's a little worse than that." She gasped. "He's dying?" "He was briefly dying," said Skulduggery. "Now he's dead.

Life isn't fair,' Skulduggery said. 'In my experience, death isn't so different.

I was wondering how you were going to punish me for not confiding in you. Punishment, actually, is something I've thought about for a long time. What form of punishment would be enough for what I did? Imprisonment? Death? Something else? Something scarier? I could only think of so many horrible tortures before they stopped having meaning. But you' you've come up with a punishment I never considered. You're going to sulk me to death.