Death Note Quotes Novels & Stories

Alex asked rhetorically again before his friends found meaning in what he said. "And might probably be the one dropping those flowers on those gravestones because she is the only one who knows about the killings before they occur" Peter added. "Guys, that's not the issue right now. This writing here, beside her name 'In Libro de morte' it sounds so familiar, its as if I've heard that name before" Elena observed as they tried recalling where they heard the name. "De je vu" Alex said standing up to go get a glass of water from the kitchen.

The screen lit up with the latest headlines. "Victor morelli dies in a tragic car accident Body burned beyond recognition." Silence filled the room. Lucian, who had been stirring his coffee lazily, let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s… unexpected.” Leo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his lips curling into a smirk. “Looks like karma finally did its job.” I said nothing at first. I just stared at the words on the screen, reading them over and over. A part of my somehow refused to believe it.

The irony cuts sharp. “So doing nothing preserves principle,” Kieran says, “and costs existence.” The Newborn God looks torn. “Yes.” I feel anger and fear twist together. “Death,” I say, my voice trembling, “does it erase memories of us too?” “Yes.” The word breaks something in me. “No one would remember?” I whisper. “Only echoes,” Death replies. Kieran laughs quietly. “Reduced to rumor.” I grip his hand tighter. “You will not fade.” He studies my face.

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 � �𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. – 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙣. *** "But... I want to ask you something... first... If I die here... would you really come and... punish God for creating... misunderstandings amongst us, sis?" Krishna whispered in a pain filled voice and winced, Maya felt her blood freezing and her heart stopping right at that moment.

Mort said sweetly as he hugged her fragile body which start shaking uncontrollably. "I love you," Mort added sincerely. Sumire buried her face in his chest. A great sob escaped her and she hugged him back, soaking her tears on his fitted shirt. "Do Klauss and the others know this too?" The maiden mumbled between her sobs and hiccups. "No. Just me, Narco, and Chadwick." Mort replied and raise her chin. He cupped her face and gently wipe her tears using his thumb. "But how did you know Death was my favorite artist?" Sumire asked, pouting like a kid, wondering why Death wasn't coming out. Now, she was thinking that this was part of a surprise from Mort. To introduce her to "Death".

DEATH said. Jeremy stared at DEATH he wondered what would be the sacrifice.DEATH knew that as at this time Jeremy was going to put anything on the table to get Lena's soul. “What’s the sacrifice??!!” Jeremy yelled he gazed at Death with his dark eyes. “I want you” DEATH said. “You see you will make a good addition to my collection” DEATH continued,he ran his hands on Jeremy's shoulder moving from side to side,whispering things to Jeremys ears.

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

He waves his hands and smiled at her sweetly as she looks at him through the window. When K Whatever saw his car leaving, she went back to arrange the goods they bought. She heaved a sigh before she starts, "Now then, how will I die in an 'unforgettable way'?" V, who was just watching her through the screen, almost choke with her sudden remark. "Player, shouldn't you think how to find his watch first before thinking to die. Besides, you can't die with your cheat ability." His monotone voice suited his sarcastic remark, just exclude how deep his voice is.

“Just like any other setback I face, death is something I get upset about. I’m not happy about dying at all.” His answer surprised Akiko. It was difficult to believe Zen felt upset about dying from his actions. He always seemed very passionate about his goals, even after dying. It was as if nothing could stop him from accomplishing what he wanted to do. “I think you misunderstood my enthusiasm. It’s not that I don’t fear death or feel demoralised each time I wake up in the chapel. I’m just as depressed as anyone else in this dungeon. It was especially painful to know that it cost credits to revive, and walking back to my hunting spot was always a pain.”