Death
Quotes - The hour of departure has arrived
“La
tristesse durera toujours.
[The
sadness will last forever.]”
―
Vincent van Gogh
“He:
What’s the matter with you?
Me:
Nothing.
Nothing
was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by
nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will
say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was
nothing the matter with her.”
―
Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
“Sweets
to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I
thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy
grave.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“The
hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you
to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.”
―
Socrates
“The
boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who
shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”
―
Edgar Allan Poe, The Premature Burial
“Things
die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.”
―
Richelle Mead, Frostbite
“My
Dear,
Find
what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling
onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you
and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and
fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.
-Falsely
yours”
―
Charles Bukowski
“Tell
your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever
he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.”
― J.
Krishnamurti
“You
fuck - you ate my cat!”
―
Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood
“Would
you like me to [kill you] now?" asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony.
"Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?”
― J.
K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
“Life
is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another
here, greet each other - and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose
each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.”
―
Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World
“No
matter how we choose to live, we both die at the end.”
―
Adam Silvera, They Both Die at the End
“One
of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. This
life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of
wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a
new one, which one willl only in time come to hate. In this there is also a
residue of belief that during the move the master will chance to come along the
corridor, look at the prisoner and say: "This man is not to be locked up
again, He is to come with me.”
―
Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks
“A
human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own
is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the
right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their
best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same
thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else,
have the good sense to die.”
―
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
“Sometimes
dead is better”
―
Stephen King, Pet Sematary
“I
will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will
die with us, as it should.”
―
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
“My
father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.
I
counted.
It
happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d ever seen, where trees
made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean,
hundreds of miles away, because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said
that it was about time the four of us made that journey. I remember asking,
'What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?' and my father said,
'Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand,' and that was the last
thing he ever said.”
―
Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road
“It's
not reasonable to love people who are only going to die," she said.
Nash
thought about that for a moment, stroking Small's neck with great deliberation,
as if the fate of the Dells depended on that smooth, careful movement.
"I
have two responses to that," He said at last. "First, everyone is
going to die. Second, love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You
love whomever you love. Against all reason I loved my father." He looked
at her keenly. "Did you love yours?"
"Yes,"
she whispered.
He
stroked Small's nose. "I love you," he said, "even knowing
you'll never have me. And I love my brother, more than I ever realized before
you came along. You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's
liable to cause you to do.”
―
Kristin Cashore, Fire
