Quotes About Death

Death should hold no fear for a man as old as me, but it does. Isn't that silly? It is always dark where I am, so why should I fear the darkness? Yet I cannot help but wonder what will follow, when the last warmth leaves my body.

The sun will soon be setting, and corpses make poor company by night. These were dark and dangerous men, alive. I doubt that death will have improved them.

Ser Loras lusts for glory as real men lust for women, the least the gods can do is grant him a death worthy of a song.

Valar morghulis. - Valar dohaeris. (c) George R. Martin -- All men must die. - All men must serve.

I pray he found the peace in death that he never knew in life.

All she felt was pity, and pity was death to desire

Spare me," he begged. "I do not want to die." "Few do. Yet all men die, regardless.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood." "Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?" "How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

One thing all the stories agreed on: King Robert was dead. The bells in the seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor had tolled for a day and a night, the thunder of their grief rolling across the city in a bronze tide. They only rang the bells like that for the death of a king, a tanner's boy told Arya.

Even if the boy does live, he will be a cripple. Worse than a cripple. A grotesque. Give me a good clean death.' Tyrion replied with a shrug that accentuated the twist of his shoulders. 'Speaking for the grotesques,' he said, 'I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

The tree had been dead a long time, but it seemed to live again in the fire

The day is won [...] And yet you do not smile, boy. The living should smile, for the dead cannot.

Arya slid her dagger out and drew it across his throat, as smooth as summer silk. His blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well. "Valar morghulis," she whispered as he died.

Our enemies leave our bodies for the crows and the wolves. Our friends bury us in secret graves.

Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the Dornishman's taken my life, But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!

My mother told me that dead men don't sing

There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk. I knew a brother drowned himself in wine once. It was a poor vintage, though, and his corpse did not improve it.

I'll have no songs about how brave you died, Kingmaker. There's tens o'thousands dead on your account.

Sleep on your stone pillow, and let the gulls peck out your eyes while the crabs feast on your flesh. You've feasted on enough of them, you owe them.

When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits on the Iron Throne?

Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …

Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis,

Many have served Him of Many Faces through the centuries, but only a few of His servants have been women. Women bring life into the world. We bring the gift of death. No one can do both.