13,737 Quotes About Death

Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death – the woman that stirred him to life.

Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west.The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.

Am I a flame? I wonder, but I already know. I got too close and now I'm one of them. An angry flame that has spread like a bushfire turning everything in my path to ashes. That's what we'll all be soon. Nothing but ashes. Nothing but dust.

Oh, I'm not worried about him,' returned Bill. 'He's gone. It's not any more complicated than that. Honestly, if I admit it, it's me that I feel bad for.' He walked away from me and looked out toward the south. 'There's nothing like having a parent die to make you realize how alone you are in the world,' he added.

Since I’ve decided to go into to battle, I’m not thinking of coming back. Vast and hazy plains, the traveling path is far. Carrying my sword and preparing my crossbow, even if I get dismembered, I don’t have any regrets. Even at time of death and when you’re about to become a spirit, you are the hero within the ghosts, such a resolute soul...

Remove this quote from your collection“Since I’ve decided to go into battle, I’m not thinking of coming back. Vast and hazy plains, the traveling path is far. Carrying my sword and preparing my crossbow, even if I get dismembered, I don’t have any regrets. Even at time of death and when you’re about to become a spirit, you are the hero within the ghosts, such a resolute soul...

I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.

The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories to answer his disappearance. My favorite is that we ate him. We cooked him up with our whore-earned corn, a dozen rats’ eyes, and a bat wing. Even I couldn’t have thought of anything more perfect.

In life one of Midnight’s favourite movies had been It’s a Wonderful Life, a touching story where a man called George Bailey is shown how poor the world would have been if he’d never existed, but now the young ghost of Midnight Merlot was sat imagining himself not as the kind hero of his own narrative, but, - but as the anti-George.