Quotes About Dying Inside Novels & Stories

It was a mix of anger and something close to dangerous fear. “Do we just.… die and get forgotten? Let the name fade? Let this estate, this infamy, this entire aura disappear like we never existed?” He slammed his fist lightly on the armrest. “It all matters, Raven. Maybe not to you, but to me. It fucking matters. We can't just do all of this and then die. What's the fucking point then?” ‘It doesn’t matter. We’re all going to die anyway.’ I heard that quote when I was younger. It used to make me happy.

"We're all dying together. Prisoners and prison. Monster and cage. All of us fading into nothing. All of us becoming void." "Good," James said. His voice was hollow. Empty. The boy who'd sacrificed himself was almost gone now. Just echoes remained. Just fragments of consciousness that used to be child. "If we die holding you—if we fade together—then at least you can't hurt anyone. At least our death means something." "Does it?" the entity asked. Genuinely curious. "Does dying mean something? Does sacrifice matter when no one remembers? When even you forget why you're here? When—"

Sensing that, I take a deep breath, lift my head up and say, “ I would rather die, Father….” At this point, death seems more like mercy that I grace upon myself, like a permanent fix, so I don't have to prolong my suffering; enduring his filthy hand on my body, allowing him inside me and breathing life to the recollection of that sickening fucking nightmare, flashing before my eyes over and over again. “Please let me die.” . . . “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” ―William shakespeare When men are oppressed, it's a tragedy. When women are oppressed, it's tradition.

He gasped before he pulled his wrist away from my grip. I gasped. "I guess you're just gonna die in here." "As if I'm afraid of dying." His teeth were covered with blood, and my stomach grumbled. "Well, you should be." I raised my right brow after just composing myself again. "Why would I? Perhaps you should not be scared of dying too. Don't you think it's much more peaceful to be with the dead?" It wasn't a question, and it was more of a statement. "Dead is uncertain. No one knows what's waiting for us in another life."

"Most people who don't know anything about me are usually so eager to rush into conclusions. They say I am abnormal because I don't talk much but sit in a dark corner and stare with a strange silence which is totally untrue. I know my silence is not my poor skills in social communication rather a dark mystery I am yet to understand. I have been dead a long time ago before Christmas bells filled my heart with joy. I have been dead a long time ago before I even learnt how to walk or run. I have been dead before the first new moon ushered the December rains and spluttered muddy water into the new yam tendrils that were slowly springing to life. I can't remember my turning point vividly, the day

To be honest, I had no idea, but I knew one thing at that moment—something inside me had finally snapped, and I had gone completely insane. “So why don’t you just do us both a favor and end this pathetic life of mine already? If I died, everything would finally be over, so just go ahead and do it.” The corner of my lips curled into a mocking sneer. “Or do you think I’d be afraid of death if you threatened me with it?” I laughed bitterly, wiping away the tears that had already begun to fall. “No, Hades. I am not afraid of dying. I should have died a long time ago. When you’ve been close to death so many times, fear stops existing. I embraced death a long time ago, so just stop this and get it

“ Yes, and you know what? I'm actually prepared to die, because life definitely isn't worth living anymore.” *Wait,what?*

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"

He was just too good, had a pure soul. There was this saying "You won't know what you've got, untill you'll loose it." And I felt I should just die along with him, I couldn't bare the pain. I wanted to go with him, I should've been the one dead instead of him. He was fucking too young to die. He hadn't even enjoyed life. He fucking came into this world to die at a very young age. End of flashback

For the first time, he looked genuinely uncertain, as if something in the story had struck a chord. Julliard continued, "I'll be honest with you. You touched Richard's bottom line. There's only one ending left for you: death. But before you die, why not make yourself useful one last time? Make your death mean something? People speak their kindest truths right before dying." Toni understood instantly. "You want me to say all this… and then kill myself?" Julliard's smile was faint. "Only the dead can't be questioned. Only the dead can't contradict themselves. And since death is inevitable… why not choose a quick one? Or would you rather be dragged through round after round of interrogation and