Quotes About Dying Inside Novels & Stories

Death is not the End Don’t be ungrateful Life isn’t yours to keep forever Life is just a trip remember Anything that is born. has to die Yes It doesn’t matter If ur weak or strong,rich or poor, old or young Brilliant or dumb oh no. it took my father Death the great equalizer. No Don’t be scared death isn’t the end I tell you they is just a beginning from the end And from here we ride the journey of internal life. Internal life yes . peace of mind The soul never dies

she cried. "When do you think people die? When shot in the heart? No. When an incurable illness ravages them? No. It's when... they're forgotten... so live on. That way... I'm always remembered." Dr. Smith smiled peacefully, "And that... is enough for me." Saki cried silently. Confusion, agony, pain, misery... Despair. "Well done. Burn Hope Hospital now." Dr. Black said.

The spines facing outward. One of them was Lady Lazarus. I stared at it. “Dying is an art,” I said quietly. “Like everything else.” Gabriel looked at the window. Then at me. “We’re not dying,” he said. “No,” I said. “But Carver is about to try very hard to make it look like we are.”

He said and I laughed. I probably sounded like a maniac but I was just so eager to prove something to him, desperate to win this argument if only so it would make him get off my case. I already knew that my life and life choices were shitty, but I didn’t need him constantly reminding me of that fact though. “Well, newsflash Hakan. Your life may be perfect but not everyone has that luxury. You talk about death like it’s a bad thing, but have you ever considered that maybe, I don’t care that the pills are poison because I want to die? “

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

To die … or to escape death? “What the hell?!!”

[System speaking] *Mc thinking* ******** Death shouldn't be this hard. Though it means it’s the end of the line for everyone, it’s true that one must die alone, but the sorrow it left the surviving lingers on the heart at some point. To the dying one, he must die well. It doesn’t matter how it happened or how sudden it happened. You had your chance at life, and now, it’s time to return. A man must let go of the past and accept his fate; for once he did, it shall be a peaceful death.

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

"But there's hope." I kept her company, chatting away, right up until she needed to lie down for her nap. I watched Nana sleep, her chest rising and falling under the blankets, and a thought I didn't want crept in. She could die. The thing inside her could win, and one of these naps could be the last. I sat with that, and it pulled me somewhere dark. Everyone always talks about the people left behind. How they grieve, cope, and carry the hole. But what about the person actually dying? Nobody talks about them. What is it like, knowing your time is running out?

I hear her voice telling me: "Vengeance, my dear, is like poison. It never kills the one you want to kill; it kills the one who drinks it." And I wonder if I am dying, slowly, surely, with every company I acquire, with every enemy I destroy, with every man who comes begging in my office and leaves in pieces. I wonder if this is the price of power, this inner death, this gradual freezing over of everything that was warm in me, everything that was alive, everything that was human.