Quotes About Death

Why do men want to kill the bodies of other men? Women don't want to kill the bodies of other women.

Death makes me hungry. Maybe it's because I've been emptied; or maybe it's the body's way of seeing to it that I remain alive.

Thy only authentic ending is the one provided here: John and Mary die, John and Mary die, John and Mary die.

I didn't want to identify the body, or see it at all. If you don't see the body, it's easier to believe nobody's dead.

Where there's a doctor it's always a bad sign. Even when they are not doing the killing themselves it means a death is close, and in that way they are like ravens or crows.

Doing their job, said Cora. Keeping us safe. Nothing safer than dead, said Rita, angrily.

They say that a nightmare can frighten you to death, that your heart can literally stop. Will this bad dream kill me, one of these nights? Surely it will take more than that.

Death makes me hungry. Maybe it's because I've been emptied; or maybe it's the body's way of seeing to it that I remain alive, continue to repeat its bedrock prayer: I am, I am. I am, still.

I'm not just any dead man, he says out loud. Of course not! Each one of us is unique! And every single dead person is dead in his or her very own special way! Now, who wants to share about being dead, in our own special words? Jimmy, you seem eager to talk, so why don't you begin?

But also I'm hungry. This is monstrous, but nevertheless it's true. Death makes me hungry. Maybe it's because I've been emptied; or maybe it's the body's way of seeing to it that I remain alive, continue to repeat its bedrock prayer: I am, I am. I am, still. I want to go to bed, make love, right now. I think of the word relish. I could eat a horse.

Extreme emotions could be lethal. If I can't have you nobody will , and so forth. Death could set in.

Death is a beautiful woman, with wings and one breast almost bare; or is that Victory? I can't remember. They

Dear Sir, I reply, I never had any. Bad sex, that is. It was never the sex, it was the other things, the absence of flowers, the death threats, the eating habits at breakfast. I notice I'm using the past tense.

In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your funeral / though the real question is whether or not I will make you immortal.

The worst of it was that those people out there-the fear, the suffering the wholesale death-did not really touch him. Crake used to say that Homo sapiens sapiens was not hard-wired to individuate other people in numbers above two hundred, the size of a primal tribe, and Jimmy would reduce that number to two.

Right now I still have some choice in the matter. Not whether to die, but when and how. Isn't that freedom of a sort? Oh, and who to take down with me. I have made my list.

Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the cry of a child being called home at dusk, it's the universal protest against Time. Just remember, dear Friends: What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.

Right now I still have some choice in the matter. Not whether to die, but when and how. Isn't that freedom of a sort?

My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. —ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, Maud, 1855.

Right now I have some choice in the matter. Not whether to die, but when and how. Isn't that a freedom of sort? Oh, and who to take down with me. I have made my list

There are five different prayers: for health, wealth, a death, a birth, a sin. You pick the one you want, punch in the number, then punch in your own number so your account will be debited, and punch in the number of times you want the prayer repeated.

Miss Scace died years ago." "Appearances can be deceptive. She only looks dead.

The penalty for rape, as you know, is death. Deuteronomy 22:23–29. I

She is dying because she said. She is dying for the sake of the word. It is her body, silent and fingerless, writing this poem.