Death Quotes - Page 9

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him

Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

You're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?'

'REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX.

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

Death should take me while I am in the mood.

Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

So, have a little fun. Soon enough you'll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.

Stuffed deer heads on walls are bad enough, but it’s worse when you see them wearing dark glasses, having streamers around their necks and a hat on their antlers. Because then you know they were enjoying themselves at a party when they were shot.

Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.

And in what fairy tale would John ever be any sane person's idea of Prince Charming anyway? He was the opposite of charming. More like Prince Terrifying.

If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the up button.

Death doesn't care about personalities - he's more interested in meeting quotas.

This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.

The dead are way more organized than the living.

As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.

I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.