13,737 Quotes About Death
- Author Koushun Takami
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Shinji slowly fell forward onto his face. Debris bounced up on impact. It took less than thirty seconds for the rest of his body to die. The memento of his beloved uncle--the earring worn by the woman he loved--was now stained with the blood running down Shinji's left ear, reflecting the glow from the red flames of the farm building.And so the boy known as the Third Man, Shinji Mimura, was dead.
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- Author Samuel Johnson
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Depend upon it, sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.
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- Author Steven Magee
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The freedom of death is the ultimate compensation for the misery of life.
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- Author Isaac Asimov
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Having reached 451 books as of now doesn't help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, "Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one." (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: "I love you, Janet.") [They were. -Janet.]
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- Author Jean-Paul Sartre
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I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.
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- Author Kathleen Kent
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There is no death in remembrance. Remember me, Sarah. Remember me, and a part of me will always be with you." - Martha Carrier to her daughter, Sarah Carrier
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- Author Carrie Ryan
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And I realize that's the difference. I realize that I still have everything to lose. The possibility of my sister and Elias and Catcher and my future. I'd lose sunrises and stars and the feel of Catcher's heat against my lips. I'd miss the taste of snow and the smell of the first flower of spring. I'd miss laughing and crying and all the moments in between.
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- Author Markus Zusak
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Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
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- Author Émile Zola
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Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life.
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