Death Quotes - Page 5

Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain;
If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!

Forget it. Never explain; never apologize. You can either write posthumously or you can't.

I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room

When we can't understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to comfort us and make us feel like we have some control over these things that are much bigger than we are.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.

The women in your family have never lost touch with one another. Death is a path we take to meet on the other side.

I want you to tell all these people that I wanted more time to spend with them. Tell them I meant to, tell them I wanted to hear what they said and tell them what was on my mind.

I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.

Do the thing you love to do. Hank Williams died at the ripe old age of twentynine. Stevie Ray Vaughan at thirty-five. Jesus at thirtythree. Don’t think you’re special and the Lord’s gonna bless you with time.

Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be the best. Oh, hear them not;

My wishes before I die, to fulfill my mission on earth; The writing of my life stories to inspired present and future generations.

He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.

People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist.

We enter the world with fists closed and when we leave, our hands are open. He said I should make full use of the time given to me for my life

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

Relinquishing control to another person is like death: it’s only scary until it finally happens.

We’re all just people making decisions and accepting consequences as we march toward an impending and inevitable death.

Don't be decieved by your mortality, you're just a piece of debris, and the sophisticated one lies inside us which was either created or would be destroyed.

Live for your country, die to yourself; live for yourself, die to your country.