Quotes About Death

Death was one sure way to find peace, Rhage thought. And everyone died. Even vampires. Eventually.

It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much.

If deaths came in threes . . . he thought numbly. Who was going to be the third one?

Sometimes what we do to survive…is harder than what we do when we die.

I'm not scared of death, it's the suffering that bothers me—and I know I can help that. It's the journey, not the outcome, that I can change, if that makes sense.

His first thought as he stared death in the face was that he was never going to meet his daughter. At least not on this side of the Fade. His second and final was that he couldn't believe he'd never told Blay he loved him. In all the minutes and hours and nights of his life, in all the words he'd spoken to the male over the years they'd known each other, he'd only ever pushed him away. And now it was too late.

Because love, after all, was eternal and not subject to the whims of death.

If I could, I would bleed out in your arms. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be when I die.

White trash had a way of finding their graves. Along with wife beating and beer sucking, dying was probably their only core competency.

I sometimes wonder . . ." She shrugged. "I mean, what if everyone's lied about death? What if there is no Fade, but instead you're just stuck in your body forever, conscious but unable to move?" Great. She'd wanted to try to lighten the mood. Nice. Try. "Well, bodies do . . ." He cleared his throat. "You know, rot.

In her time as a reporter, she'd found that murder was a community event in Caldwell. Well, certainly for everyone except the man or woman who'd actually done the dying. For the victim, she had to imagine death was an alone kind of thing, even if he or she were staring into the face of the killer. Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge. -Beth's thoughts

And now that the Fade was upon him, he was resigned to his death.

Going around behind the Dumpster he looked at his dead civilian and found it hard to breathe. The king knelt down and carefully brushed the hair back from the male's beaten-to-shit face. Clearly, the guy had fought back, taking a number of hits before getting stabbed through the heart. Brave kid. Wrath cupped the nape of the male's neck, slid his other arm under the knees, and slowly rose. The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Parecía la personificación misma de la muerte y, al igual que la muerte, daba la impresión de sentirse cómodo trabajando en el frío.

That was the great irony. In life, everyone was a snowflake of separate and beautiful proportion, but when death came in and grabbed hold, you were left with anonymous skin and muscle and bone, all of which cooled and decayed at predictable rates.

You wanted to live." "No," he shot back. "I was afraid of dying.

He was hers to command, and if she wished to take his life here and now, he would willingly give his mortal coil unto her. No matter how much it hurt or what his suffering was, it would be a good death, one he had long deserved. Because this female, who captivated his black soul as surely as if she held his beating heart in her palm, would be the one killing him.

La muerte es una forma segura de hallar la paz, pensó Rhage. Y todos morían. Incluso los vampiros.

Sus ojos emitían un destello azul bajo la luz nocturna, como si fueran los faros de un automóvil. El enorme cuerpo anunciaba la muerte por todos los poros.

The dead were immortal in the souls of those they left behind, and the payment for that permanence was pain.

Esa mirada triste en sus ojos hacía un momento significaba que había vislumbrado la muerte lenta que le esperaba.

You heard me. Come back to the woods." Layla began to pant, a combination of terror and sadness choking her. "How can you be so cruel. I cannot see him dead—" "Then you better get the fuck out here and feed him. We need to get him out of this forest." "What!" "You fucking heard me. Now dematerialize back here before I change my fucking mind." The

If you love me, you will save yourself the now. Do not so willingly put your death on my conscience." As

For the victim, she had to imagine death was an alone kind of thing, even if he or she were staring into the face of the killer. Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.