Quotes About Dying Inside Novels & Stories

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.

One of us is definitely dying soon! . . . TBC

“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.

He is giving craps every game and whoever said that literally things that I am just a woman who knows nothing, however that isn’t really the case because I now shits that I really need to know. "It's just pure instinct. If I haven't follow my instincts then all of you could have died already. You should be entirely careful and thankful to what I did because everyone is still a live and kicking “ I said and I turn my back from them and I slowly made my way towards the exit, however before I left I once again turn around to look at them and I said - ”I'm not afraid of dying cause I've died a long time ago. You killed me remember? So there is really nothing wrong if I die the second time around

It held a vulnerability so complete it made the kiss seem like a casual handshake. Then he was gone, whisked down the hall, leaving me alone in the ruins. **** The hospital was filled with the soft, mechanical breath of monitors. It was a sound I knew intimately, the steady beep of a heart rate, the rhythmic sigh of oxygen, the quiet whir of machines keeping watch. But today, each sound felt like an accusation. I sat in the hard plastic chair beside Nathan’s bed with a shallow breath. He slept so peacefully but I know it wasn't peaceful rather he was slowly dying.

One that I probably won't be able to come out from and it would lead to my death. “You're going to die anyway. With or without her,” my subconscious reminded me and I clenched my jaw. I had long made peace with the fact that I was going to live a long and miserable life before dying lonely with nobody to mourn or remember me. In fact, I was certain there would be jubilation in the pack the day I died. “Stupid people,” I scoffed inwardly. I had exhausted my time on earth and my death was nearer than ever now. It never bothered me.

" But death is important, it's like life itself, you cannot defy death. " " I can do anything now, I'm just waiting for your acceptance. " .................... To be continued

They were black, saturated with the necrotic slurry of his infection. He was dying. Not in a heroic flare of Alpha static, but in the slow, agonizing damp of a four-hundred-square-foot steel box. "If you die, the link breaks," I hissed, my gold-rimmed eye flaring as the Gilded Toll took another bite of my mind.

“Did any of them say ‘I’m glad I’m dead because death is better than slavery’? Did any of them say ‘I died for decency and it’s better than being alive’? Did any of them say ‘I’ve been rotting for two years in the earth in silence and darkness, but see how lovely it is to die for your native land’?” - Johnny Got His Gun * * * *