Quotes About Death

everyone always dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your children. Or your grandchildren. Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies." Around

You don't want to start A Game of Thrones when you might catch fire all of a sudden. There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyone always dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your children. Or your grandchildren. Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies.

wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and the what-it-meant.

Something that doesn't know it's alive obviously can't be expected to know when it's dead.

There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyonealways dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your children. Or your grandchildren. Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies.

All things that live, die. This is why you must find joy in the living, while the time is yours, and not fear the end. To deny this is to deny life. To fear this... is to fear life. But to embrace this... Can you embrace this? You are stronger than you think.

All things that live in this world die. This is why you must find joy in the living, while the time is yours, and not fear the end. To deny this is to deny life ~ Titan

All things that live, die. This is why you must find joy in the living, while the time is yours, and not fear the end. To deny this is to deny life. To fear this... is to fear life.

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.

What I've learned is that there is nothing in this life that does not fail to disappoint us, even our own deaths.

An act of evil is the death of wonder

You were born with your legs apart. They'll send you to the grave in a Y-shaped coffin.

Reading is the way mankind delays the inevitable. Reading is the way we shake our fist at the sky. As long as we have these epic, improbable reading projects arrayed before us, we cannot breathe our last: Tell the Angel of Death to come back later; I haven't quite finished Villette.

Old age and death were as wild and improbable as some drunken story about walking across the face of a star.

Marvin: – La necrofilia ce l'abbiamo sepolta dentro. Uno dei miei libri, Storia della tortura e della morte, parla delle atrocità che abbiamo commesso in nome della giustizia e della vendetta. Spesso erano peggiori dei crimini originali. L'uomo è un animale sanguinario.

I had felt so goddamn strong and immortal. Old age and death were as wild and improbable as some drunken story about walking across the face of a star.

The last of Zahhara's patients died that night. In the end it happened very quickly. About half of them had been human, the others different alien species, but it didn't make a difference. In the last moments some of the nonhumans had reverted to their native languages, some had clutched her hand and talked to her passionately- if brokenly, through uncontrollable coughing-as if she were some family member or loved one, and she'd listened and nodded even if she didn't understand a word of it.

My conscious mind absorbed what my instincts had already realized: one of the girls was Gobi; the other was so similar that she could have been her twin. I couldn't exactly say how I knew which was which; some nuance of the smile, a subtle glint of humor that the other, more earnest girl didn't reveal. I held the photo directly up to my eyes, looking more closely. Both girls were wearing pendants around their necks. Half-hearts. I am Death.

She was completely soaked in blood. Her hair swung in red tangles around her shoulders, and her face was a gleaming mask, her eyes like hard diamonds. I am Death.

Teardrop Tattoo locked eyes with me, and I saw my own death reflected there. It was not heroic or meaningful or even particularly interesting, just bloody, painful, awkward, and agonizing.

purchased merely for their entertainment value. I always regarded Wanda as an unsung heroine without whose "nosiness" (I myself think of it as "situational awareness") John List might have continued to evade justice for the rest of his wretched days. Wanda died in 1997 at the age of sixty-five.

We live within such a tiny capsule of time yet it seems vast until death rudely makes it so insignificant.

In that instant, Gogolov feared death. He could feel himself falling through the dark void of space. He was flailing and terrified and utterly alone. He braced for impact, but it never came. He cried for mercy he would never see. He felt the searing heat and the demons ripping at his eyes and face with claws like razors. And then, in a terrifying flash of clarity, he realized it would never end.

Maybe he who dies with the most toys doesn't win, thought Bennett. Maybe he's just dead.