Quotes About Death

As Love and Death watched, the queen offered the king a kiss. Surprised by so sweet a mercy, the king embraced the queen. A second later, he crumpled to the board, a dagger sticking out of his back. "And they say I'm ruthless!" Death exclaimed.

You think life is the vanquisher of death? It is not. Love is. Life is Fragile. Life ends. But love? Love lives forever.

I hear his call still, echoing down the centuries. It sounded like a warning. It sounded like a death knell. It sounded, most of all, like laughter.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

There were lives in those books, and deaths. Families and friends and lovers and enemies. Joy and despair, jealousy, envy, madness, and rage. All there. I reached out and touched the cover of one called The Earth . I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

Yeah, I understood that last night at the wreck. Nothing says I love you like a dead body.

Nothing says "I love you" like a dead body

But I don't want to fade away, I want to flame away—I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.

The twins had brought along Buck Rogers ray guns, but the wind turned their shots and death throes into pantomime.

If wishing could make men die, there'd be nary a live one left.

If wishing could make men die, there'd be nary a live one left." As suddenly

I don't want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.

I'm done. I'm old, I'm sad - that's on a good day. I want out of this mess. But I don't want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.

Almost dying is awfully easy. It's the living that's hard.

knows that Mrs. Wiederhorn's been a little forgetful since her husband died. Well, a lot forgetful, I'd say, seeing as my father's been dead for years now. She pays us and then offers us more cookies, but we say we

She dies two days later.

There are certain people that are marked for death. I have my little list of those that treated me unfairly.

There wasn't an in-between for me. I lived at extremes. And maybe I'd die at them too.

Nash Hawthorne would probably tip his cowboy hat to Death herself.

Jameson, Better the devil you know than the one you don't—or is it? Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. All that glitters is not gold. Nothing is certain but death and taxes. There but for the grace of God go I. Don't judge. —Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne

What about what other people deserve?" I asked vehemently. "Did my mother deserve to die without you there? Did she deserve to spend my entire life in love with a ghost?" "Hannah deserved the world." "So why didn't you give it to her?" I asked. "Why was punishing yourself more important than what she wanted?

Tobias Hawthorne. Even dead, he was larger than life.

Rebecca's been forbidden from seeing any of us." Xander grimaced. "Her mom said that the Hawthorne family takes and takes. She said that we don't play by any rules and don't care who we hurt. She blames our family for Toby's death." "And Emily's," Grayson added roughly.

This time," Oren said. "Skye has already tried to have you killed once. Both of them are threats. I suggest we let them cool their heels in prison at least until your emancipation goes through." Once I was legally an adult, once I could write my own will, Ricky and Skye would stand to gain nothing by my death.