Quotes About Dying Inside Novels & Stories

"You know, Victoria, there's an old saying that goes, 'The sooner one dies, the sooner one is freed from the pain of living. Death is the true blessing," Cynthia said sagely. She wasn't a very learned person, but she'd certainly picked up a great deal of preposterous logic from Amanda.

Nesryn looked right into my eyes. “Vivamus, moriendum est. A quote from your world which means — let us live, for we must die. When you know you’re gonna die, why don’t you live as you always wanted to? Yeah, maybe you will die sooner because you offend someone or you disobey someone, but you’ll be happy and grateful to yourself that even if for a second, you lived your life on your terms.” She cleared her throat, her voice slightly hoarse.

I wave my hand between us, “because it’s a death sentence. With this mystery man and his little helper, I’m finally on death row. It feels like I’m living in a concrete cell with no windows, slowly suffocating. It’s not a way out, it’s just a different way to the same ending.” “A, still walking around-communicating and seeing your friends, ending. I’m not death. I might not have a beating heart, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. Just because I can’t see the sun doesn’t mean happiness doesn’t fill my day. I’m alive with you. What I am, what you will be one day, is just a different way of living, but it isn’t not living.”

Were they words spoken in the throes of death? He had heard once that death was like wine to some dying men, getting them drunk and making them say things that made no sense to those gathered around and listening. Maybe it was what was happening now. “You will win, Jayden. And remember too, that he who spills King’s blood must die. We all die after all. I am only a messenger, and I die now. You will too. We all will.” Jayden was now certain that the man was crazy. There was no scar on his eye, even though he could not be so sure.

“You want to fight with the judge with your IQ? Hurry up and cut off your internal organs. If you don’t cut off your internal organs soon, there won’t be enough time. When the time comes, your brain will be pierced by high heels!” “What a waste of time. The countdown is almost half over. Hurry up and cut off her internal organs!” “This woman won’t cut off her internal organs until her head is blown off by the high-heeled shoes, right? That would be too boring!” “No, not many people are willing to wait for death when they have a chance to live. At least, a scumbag like her can’t do it!” “You didn’t see her expression. I’m dying of laughter. My smile froze!”

I exclaimed, cursed, cried, and hugged my knees closer to my chest. "Fine! Now I know how it feels to be left alone by someone so dear to you. Alright! It's not good in any way. You're right. It hurts. It hurts like f*ck. But why do you have to die, huh? You should... You should be living your life like what we talked about. I know you have so much left to do and to achieve... Your family, they need you. I... I need you. Now, what am I going to do? Hold my breath, suffocate, and die? Oh, I wish it would be that easy. I still need to wait for about eleven hours. Tsk! F*ck! Your last words are 'I will see you soon'. How soon? A decade? A century? That's bullshit! Ugh!" I blurted out all the co

“The world is dying.” Those would have been the words of either a blind folk (who was going to die anyways) or an optimist - who spoke with fear filling his heart as it did with others - as there was no hope that each breath wasn't the last, each hour wasn't the ultimate and each day wasn't the final and concluding part of their lives. A realist who had no worry speaking the truth knew that the world wasn't ‘dying’. No. It was dead already and urgently needed a resuscitation - if possible.

How ridiculous… Her life, wrecked by one man, amounted to nothing but corruption and ruin. Dying was fine too. She didn’t have to scheme anymore. All the hatred and resentment could end here. A final tear slipped from the corner of Nina’s eye. She looked at the man smoking nearby and moved her lips. “If I’d known meeting you would be this painful… I would’ve rather died at eight…” They said that at the moment of death, hearing was the last sense to fade. It was supposed to be life’s final, gentle warning—the voice of a loved one, the last echo guiding the soul across life and death.

“You mean the same Jace who’s obsessed with you? Yeah, sure. That makes sense.” I scoff, but before I can argue, he tilts his head, watching me with something close to amusement. Then, with perfect fucking timing, he quotes me. “‘Death is amazing. Until you’ve touched it, you have no idea how free it can be.’” My entire body stiffens. I pull back, staring at him as he grins. But he’s not done. “‘Death doesn’t scare me, Jace. And when someone doesn’t fear death, they have nothing to live for.’”

Our deeds, our utterances our beliefs can make or mar us when we leave the earth. 'Oh… You know, God is great, perfect and full of love! The idea that when one dies, he stays in the grave, the end of his existence, his consciousness is appalling, terrible. It’s a great thing that life continues.’ Her eyes held his lovingly, happiness beating in her chest.