Quotes About Death

When a person stops changing, stops feeling, they die…

This is how a man looks when he's deciding that the risk of death is better than the risk of change.

they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

Death, but not for you, gunslinger.

I hope he died of intestinal cancer in a part of the world where morphine is as of yet undiscovered.

The Writer: [voiceover] I was 12 going on 13 the first time I saw a dead human being. It happened in the summer of 1959-a long time ago, but only if you measure in terms of years. I was living in a small town in Oregon called Castle Rock. There were only twelve hundred and eighty-one people. But to me, it was the whole world.

Dying was a part of living. You had to keep tuning in to that if you expected to be a whole person. And if the fact of your own death was hard to understand, at least it wasn't impossible to accept.

There is a folk tale that before birth, every human soul knows all the secrets of life and death and the universe. But then, just before birth, an angel leans down, puts his finger to the new baby's lips, and whispers "Shhh."' Harris touches his philtrum. 'According to the story, this is the mark left by the angel's finger. Every human being has one.

It always comes down to two choices; Get busy living, or get busy dying.

You doom yourselves, Susannah. You seem positively bent on it, and the root is always the same: your faith fails you, and you replace it with rational thought. But there is no love in thought, nothing that lasts in deduction, only death in rationalism.

Passage between worlds. Then the gunfire. Then the killing.

You needn't die happy when your day comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from beginning to end and ka is always served.

As W.H. Auden pointed out, the Reaper takes the rolling in money, the screamingly funny, and those who are very well hung. But that isn't where Auden starts his list. He starts with the innocent young.

Death in the horror movies is when the monsters get you.

The Black Angel came up from the roots and down from the branches. Her fingers are death and her hair is full of cobwebs and dream is her kingdom.

There is no life here but the slow death of days, and so when the evil falls on the town, its coming seems almost preordained, sweet and morphic. It is almost as though the town knows the evil was coming and the shape it would take.

Three heavy blows boxed him low in the back. He saw a splash of red hit the door and had time to think, 'We should have remembered the body armor.' Then he crumpled, still holding onto the knob with one hand as the world rushed away from him. Everything he was and everything he'd ever known diminished to a single burning-bright point of light. Then it went out. His hand slipped off the knob. He died on his knees, leaning against the door.

His head .. it exploded. As if someone had scooped out his brains and put a hand grenade in his skull.

Dead people put on weight, it seems to me; both in their flesh and in our minds, they put on weight.

Sometimes, dead is bettah - Jud Crandall, Pet Sematary

accidental shooting death, they argue, are just part of the price we pay for freedom ... and besides, that sort of thing would never happen to me ; I'm too cool-headed.

Gravity is the anchor that pulls us down into our graves.

So when his tractor came to a smash-halt, the potato-digger rising up behind and then crashing back down, Bob was flung forward over the engine block and directly into the Dome. His iPod exploded in the wide front pocket of his bib overalls, but he never felt it. He broke his neck and fractured his skull on the nothing he collided with and died in the dirt shortly thereafter, by one tall wheel of his tractor, which was still idling. Nothing, you know, runs like a Deere.

The crowd could not know that they were cheering but somehow they did, somehow they understood that the circle between death-worship and death-wish had been completed for another year and the crowd went completely loopy, convulsing itself in greater and greater paroxysms.