I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.
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Quotes tagged ‘Death’
We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.
Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
We are all our own graveyards, I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were.
Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days.
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
Death kills us once; worry kills us every day.
The only thing I know is everything you love will die.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character... Would you slow down? Or speed up?
You don't beat the grim reaper by living longer; you beat the grim reaper by living better.
Do not weep but once, and a long time then Thereafter eat till your stomach spills over No more! you’ll cry too full for your eyes to leak * The words will wait
I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.
You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom…
Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.
You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here…
Life is life, and it is infinitely better than the alternative, or so we presume, for nobody returns to dispute it.
That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.
'Not only are there no happy endings,' she told him, 'there aren't even any endings.'