Quotes About Death

That's exactly the problem. Everyone's convinced that their lives are over just because their hearts stopped beating." "That's usually a pretty good indication, sule," Galladon said dryly.

Dalinar Kholin was a connoisseur of death. Even since his youth, the sight of dead men had been a familiar thing to him. You stay on the battlefield long enough, and you become familiar with its master.

The world just changed, Gaz," Kaladin said, leaning in close. "I died down at that chasm. Now you've got my vengeful spirit to deal with.

I'm not of your religion. . ." "Death is not a religion," Ironeyes said. "It is a fact." "But--" "How would you like to die, mortal?" Ironeyes asked, stepping closer, robes billowing around him. "And when? Quietly? In the night, of a failing heart? Drowning, on one of your new ships as it sinks? Here? Right now? Crushed by the weight of your own stupidity?

Hemalurgy, it is called, because of the connection to blood. It is not a coincidence, I believe, that death is always involved in the transfer of powers via Hemalurgy. Marsh once described it as a "messy" process. Not the adjective I would have chosen. It's not disturbing enough.

That's exactly the problem. Everyone's convinced that their lives are over just because their hearts stopped beating.

The world was dying. Its gods had to die with it.

I looked at Hurl's lacerated face, her one remaining eye staring ahead. Defiant until the end, for all the good it had done. Brave . . . cowardly . . . she was still dead, so what did it matter?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm going mad. Perhaps it is due to the pressure of knowing that I must somehow bear the burden of an entire world. Perhaps it is caused by the death I have seen, the friends I have lost. The friends I have been forced to kill.

You realize precisely how unfair it is to deal with you when you can fall back on heavenly messengers to talk you out of trouble?" "That's nothing," Wax said, "Ask me sometime about the conversation I had with god the last time I died.

He'd always found it odd that so many died when they were old, as logic said that was the point in their lives when they'd had the most practice not dying. He

I wanted a frozen burrito. Sara died for that.

He'd always found it odd that so many died when they were old, as logic said that was the point in their lives when they'd had the most practice not dying.

Ravens and crows. Rats Mists and clouds. Insects and corruption. Strange events and odd occurrences. The ordinary twisted and strange. Wonders! The dead are beginning to walk and some see them. Others do not, but more and more, we all fear the night. These have been our days. They rain upon us beneath a dead sky, crushing us with their fury, until as one we beg: "Let it begin!" -Journal of the Unknown Scholar, entry for The Feast of Freia, 1000 NE

Plus, you've managed—in our short three years together—to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiancée. That's kind of like a homicidal hat trick.

I'VE seen Steelheart bleed. I've seen him scream. I've seen him burn. I've seen him die in an inferno, and I was the one who killed him. Yes, the hand that pushed the detonator was his own, but I don't care—and have never cared—which hand actually took his life. I made it happen. I've got his skull to prove it.

Sometimes, Kelsier felt that a skaa Misting's life wasn't so much about surviving as it was about picking the right time to die.

She didn't see death, she saw life. She saw faith.

You sent him to the sky to die, assassin," Kaladin said, Stormlight puffing from his lips, "but the sky and the winds are mine. I claim them, as I now claim your life.

There always seemed to be a reason Kaladin survived when those he'd tried to help died. Some men might have seen that as a blessing, but he saw it as an ironic kind of torment.

I died down at that chasm. Now you've got my vengeful spirit to deal with.

Death is the destination. But the journey, that is life. That is what matters.

Well, when the fear of death seizes you – when the dark thoughts come – you stare the darkness right back, and you tell it, "I will not listen to you, for I am infinite Batmans.

Death is the end of all men!" Dalinar bellowed. "What is the measure of him once he is gone? The wealth he accumulated and left for his heirs to squabble over? The glory he obtained, only to be passed on to those who slew him? The lofty positions he held through happenstance? "No. We fight here because we understand. The end is the same. It is the path that separates men. When we taste that end, we will do so with our heads held high, eyes to the sun.