Quotes About Death

several people have disappeared, without leaving the slightest trace; a dead child was found by the roadside, with no visible or ascertainable cause of death—sheep and other animals have been found in the fields, bleeding from open wounds.

Nes juk gal? gale gyvenimas yra ne tai, k? mes darome, o tik laukimas kažko kito, ir mirtis yra tai, kuo galime be dvejoni? pasikliauti.

have always suspected suicide, though no pistol was found near the body.  He may have discovered something—God knows what!—so possibly Lady Arabella may herself have killed him.

The society killed Kendra. ... Don't mention it to Verl. He might dive into a chasm.

You don't get it? He poisonded me! He poisonded me, and you're next. I'm going to die. We're all going to die. -Seth

This surpassed the fear of death. Death would be a mercy if it would make the feeling stop, the uncontrollable panic mingling with the mind-scrambling certainty of something sinister approaching, something with no need to hurry, something that would not be so kind as to let him die. The fear was palpable, suffocating, irresistible.

She pictured herself running from a hoard of ravenous zombies on a hot day eventually collapsing from heatstroke and getting devoured. Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra's death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.

Drake. He liked dangerous pies. Why did he join you? Who would eat pie that could take over your life? Why risk it? Focus. Why did he join you? Say no to death pies. Another good motto. I'm getting a headache. p. 432

How do you kill something that's already dead? Nobody knows enough about them. Ask Jason. He'll have an opinion. Wait a moment. Rachel could see Corinne talking to Jason, but they were too far ahead to hear. He says you chop them up into little pieces. But what if that infects you with the disease? Jason leaned closer to answer Corinne quietly. She laughed. You let Nollin do it.

The others were trying to spare you from pain. The truth can be devastating. We spend much of our lives protecting ourselves from it and shielding others as well. We use lies to take the edge off life. We dream of a better tomorrow. We hide from our regrets and inadequacies. We try to exaggerate the good and downplay the bad. We even mange to hide from the inescapable reality that sooner or later we and everyone we love is going to die.

Being butchered by monkeys is pretty low on my list of ways to go.

I know I'm not permanent in this world," Kendra said. "But guess what—neither is the sun. I get to live my life. Someday death will free me and I will go someplace new. I don't want to get stuck here. What if this life is just the beginning?" What if death means the end?

What lunatic had decided that when people died you should hire a taxidermist to fix them up for one final look? She would much rather remember them alive than on grotesque display in their Sunday best.

I don't want to get killed either," Seth said agreeably. "I'd much rather live. Partly because I know you'd write 'I told you so' on my gravestone.

Living in a mortal world involves pain.... Entropy presides here. Everything moves toward dissolution and death. But physical damage is the lesser problem. The damage to our hearts is far more difficult to repair. We experience loss, disappointments, failure, mistakes. People deliberately harm us. Other wounds are self-inflicted. with experience we learn that we cannot harm another without also harming ourselves. ~The Traveler

choose death today," the Dragon King called. "Yes, yours," Seth replied.

That the child she bore him had lived only six months—and died under mysterious circumstances, circumstances that made him suspect she might have had something to do with it?

The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.

Some clowns make you laugh, but Bobo will make you die, and then he'll eat your body.

The knife was warm, heated by the dying man's severed entrails.

The old man wasn't quite gone yet. His lungs gurgled. Rudy was hungry. He checked the refrigerator and found a recent deli bag of sliced turkey. He sat on the bed, finished the turkey, and watched the traffic crawling on the street outside as he waited for Keyes to die.

The examined life examines death.

as Stephen Jay Gould summarized it, "A large brain allowed us to learn…the inevitability of our personal mortality"26 and "all religion began with an awareness of death.

The only guarantee in life is death, and the only guarantee in death is its shocking unpredictability.