Quotes About Death

I was glad she was dead! Horrified, he padded into the clearing. I loved her once.

In ancient times and with us still, Death takes who and when it will." "Comes Death to me, or to my friend; always we recall their end." "Peace tonight and peace tomorrow, whether dark hours bring life or

Kill me," he rasped at Clear Sky. "Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.

Death too quickly. Death without meaning.

After Goldenflower had padded away, Fireheart stepped forward and leaned down to lick Runningwind's dull pelt. "I will avenge your death," he promised softly.

could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat's breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

she'd wished she'd died instead of Stonefur.

I looked up to you," he meowed in a clear, level voice. "I wanted to be like you. But Redtail was my mentor. I owe him more than any cat. And you killed him." Grief and fury made his limbs shake, but he kept going. "You killed him and betrayed the Clan. I'd rather die than follow you." He turned and stalked away.

My Clan doesn't even know that Sandstorm is dead.

He died with honor, struck down by Oakheart. I couldn't save him, but I managed to take Oakheart's life while he was still gloating over his victory." Tigerclaw's voice was strong and deep. "Redtail's death was not in vain, for I doubt we'll see RiverClan hunters in our territory again.

We'll drive them out!" "For the honor of the Clans!" "Death to Darktail!" "Death to the rogues!

Oakheart was crouching beside Rainflower. Her eyes had clouded. Blood stained the rocks around her head. "She's dead." Oakheart turned and stared at Crookedjaw. "Our mother is dead.

Every cat knew that not many moons had passed since Squirrelflight and Leafpool had been gravely injured in a rockslide. Leafpool had died, and Squirrelflight had nearly died, her spirit walking in StarClan as her body healed. In part, it was her love for Bramblestar, and his for her, that had drawn her back into the living world. So

This is about life or death," Stripes interrupted. His claws slid out. "If necessary, our life and your death.

Juniperkit, who had barely taken a breath before he died, and Dandelionkit, who had never been strong, and who had slowly weakened until she also died two moons later.

Killed by Blood, the leader of BloodClan.

Ravenpaw might have made a fine warrior. His death has come too soon, and his loss will be felt by many of us for a long time." Empty words! thought Firepaw bitterly. What

We shall never meet, but there is something I want you to know. My time is not the same as your time. Our times are not the same. And do you know what that means? That means that time does not exist. Do you want me to repeat that? There is no time. There is a life and a death. There are people and animals. Our thoughts exist. And the world. The universe, too. But there is no time. You might as well take it easy. Do you feel better now? I feel better. This is going to work out. Have a nice day.

We're born alone and we die alone. It's just a question of getting used to both of them.

We're born along and we die alone. It's just a question of getting used to both of them.

Death is the end of time, of individual time at least, and the switching to an eternal instant where differences no longer hold, choices no longer need to be made, and before and after are no longer relevant.

Death is the end of the struggle to make things work, to keep them together, to show a consistency of plan and action, a directionality of will.

The irony of man's condition is that the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death and annihilation; but it is life itself which awakens it, and so we must shrink from being fully alive.

Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.