All Quotes By Tag: Death
“Don’t say passed away,’ I tell him, drawing from my own terrible well of experience. “Say he died. Death is horrible. We shouldn’t give it a pretty name.”
“I’m Allen Walker!”My life….is over…I’m going to die….”
“If you can overcome love, you can overcome fear. If you can overcome fear, you can overcome death.”
“It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.Wasn’t it, after all, a kind of life?And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.”
“It’s a tragic fact to die in an accident”
“How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.”
“The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.”
“Մահ ոչ իմացեալ՝ մահ է, մահ իմացեալ՝ անմահութիւն է:Death, unanticipated, is death; death, anticipated, is immortality.”
“He comes down next to me, and when I hold out my hand, he takes it. Our fingers lace together. And in that feeling, that perfect feeling of our hands and fingers pressed together, I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him about Josh, and his sister, Emily. I want to tell him about tall, crazy Gert. I want to tell him about bridges and funerals, and most of all, maps. More than anything else, I want to tell him about myself. I want to tell him that I know what things look like from above now. There’s so much I want to tell him, because I know he’ll understand.”
“With Rue My Heart Is LadenWith rue my heart is ladenFor golden friends I had,For many a rose-lipt maidenAnd many a lightfoot lad.By brooks too broad for leapingThe lightfoot boys are laid;The rose-lipt girls are sleepingIn fields where roses fade.”
“In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those who decide to die?”
“I am Death. I come quickly, I come slowly, but I am not cheated.”
“Nico didn’t like to be touched, but somehow this brief contact with his father felt reassuring – the same way the Chapel of Bones was reassuring. Like death, his father’s presence was cold and often callous, but it was real – brutally honest, inescapably dependable.”
“From the time we’re born until we die, we’re kept busy with artificial stuff that isn’t important.”
“Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in the present. As we work them through, they go from haunting us to becoming simply part of our history.”