Quotes About Death

Too much school. Would you rather be dead?! Would you rather die? Here, on your knees in the back of a convenience store?!

If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it.

And if Christ had died from a barbiturate overdose, alone on the bathroom floor, would he be in heaven?

Ä°nsan sevdiklerini öldürür diye bir söz vard?r ya; asl?nda bak?n insan? öldüren de hep sevdiÄŸidir.

Life is short. Death is forever.

No, it's not fair, but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough.

If you're lis­ten­ing to this, you know that I'm dead.

The ice-cold way death can hit you in the noontime of a sunny day just when you'd never expect.

Cuando nos morimos, esas son las historias que siguen en nuestro labios. Las historias que solamente les contamos a desconocidos, en algún lugar íntimo de la celda acolchada de la medianoche. Esas historias importantes que nos pasamos años ensayando mentalmente pero que nunca contamos. Esas historias son fantasmas, que traen a la gente de vuelta de entre los muertos. Solamente un momento. De visita. Cada historia es un fantasma.

During the Cold War of the 1950s, American spies were issued eyeglasses with thick, clunky frames. If captured, they were trained to casually chew the curved earpieces, where fatal doses of cyanide were cast inside the plastic. It's these same horn-rimmed suicide glasses, the wrangler says, that inspired the look of Buddy Holly and Elvis Costello. All those young hipsters wearing death on their nose.

It's a fate worse than death to spend eternity in harness, serving as Lilly Hellman's zombie, brought back to life at dinner parties.

There's a ter­ri­ble dark joy when the on­ly per­son who knows all your se­crets is fi­nal­ly dead. Your par­ents. Your doc­tor. Your ther­apist. Your case­work­er. The sun's out­side the bath­room win­dow try­ing to show us we're all be­ing stupid. All you have to do is look around.

the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

My secret wish is right now to be romancing this dead girl. A dead girl. Any dead girl. I'm not what you'd call choosy.

My point is I know Brandy is maybe probably going to die, but I just can't get into it.

Here in the bathroom with me are razor blades. Here is iodine to drink. Here are sleeping pills to swallow. You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you reenlist.

If you won't share my life with me, maybe you'll share my death.

Even after you're dead it hurts just as bad when your heart swells up, stretched bigger and bigger like an aneurysm of tears getting ready to boom.

What you have to know is that Marla is still alive. Marla's philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't.

You don't understand any of it, and then you just die.

but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is Earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

Anytime you need to watch somebody die, die for real, check out how they get their orgasm at the end of a porn. Their mouth biting to get just one more inhale of air.

The first step to eternal life is You have to die!!

Mark my words: Being dead isn't all sitting around in remorseful reflection and bitter self-recrimination. Death, like life, is what you make of it.