All Quotes By Tag: Death

“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”

“What I wanted to express very clearly and intensely was that the reason these people had to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear. Fear of life and fear of death.”

“Well, right now I’m not dead. But when I am, it’s like…I don’t know, I guess it’s like being inside a book that nobody’s reading. […] An old one. It’s up on a library shelf, so you’re safe and everything, but the book hasn’t been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody’ll pick it up and start reading.”

“When the dead do walk seek water’s run,for this the Dead will always shun. Swift river’s best or broadest laketo ward the dead and have and make.If water fails thee, fire’s thy friend, if neither guards it will be thy end.”

“The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not…yet, I occurred.”

“when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.”

“My father told me once that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for.”

“Elinor had read countless stories in which the main characters fell sick at some point because they were so unhappy. She had always thought that a very romantic idea, but she’d dismissed it as a pure invention of the world of books. All those wilting heroes and heroines who suddenly gave up the ghost just because of unrequited love or longing for something they’d lost! Elinor had always enjoyed their sufferings—as a reader will. After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you’d never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real conjured up with the right words, and you could leave them behind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to yourself.”

“Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.”

“If you gave [Jerry] Falwell an enema he could be buried in a matchbox.”

“How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?”

“Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.”

“Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.”

“Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.”

“If it means my death, I don’t care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.”