13,737 Quotes About Death

It wouldn’t end too quickly. The final hours passed among memories and prayers and shadows. When he called to us, we all thought we were dreaming. It wasn’t a word we could understand, if it was a word at all. It was more a gesture, a faint entreaty, a request issued from a dream. He barely moved, if he moved at all. He barely spoke, if he spoke at all, and yet the three of us rose to our feet in response to something we may have collectively imagined.

No one understands me but I am cool with that. I was different from others. I knew this from when I was young. Things that turned people off normally about violence and death did the exact opposite with me. For when I was a small boy, death always intrigued me. I loved watching things die. Watching life leave someone's eyes was an adrenaline rush.

Enough rationalization. They simply had what you wanted, so you took it.[My chair-- I shit on my good chair!]You shit more than just your chair.You shit the world. All you ever cared about was winning -- And you did.The last man standing on a mountain of filth [. . .]Kazumi taught forgiveness. She accepted all refugees looking for a better life. And you turned that against her.Kazumi would show mercy.I'm not Kazumi.

I can't see the logic in medicating a grieving person like there was something wrong with her, and yet it happens all the time... you go to the doctor with symptoms of profound grief and they push an antidepressant at you. We need to walk through our grief, not medicate it and shove it under the carpet like it wasn't there.

I have learned that it is one thing to kill in battle, to send a brave man's soul to the corpse hall of the gods, but quite another to take a helpless man's life...

People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tries to kill off the entire person.

Samurai are born to die.Death is not a curse to be avoided -- but the natural end of all life. Death is not eternal . . . dishonor is.

His guilt swelled up, churning like a paddle wheel in his stomach. He wanted desperately to flee. How do you escape something that comes from inside? The revenant, he knew, searched for him.

A large stone was then lowered down on the grave, and covered the moderate space now sufficient for the man for whom Europe was once too little.