Sad Death Quotes Novels & Stories

“How can you say that? Loved ones staying by your side is never suffocating. They do it out of love.” “No, it’s harassment,” Gray curtly replied. “What?” Sarah’s voice was slightly raised. “Dead people should just be gone for good.” Gray’s voice was also slightly raised. “That’s a horrible thing to say, Gray.” “It’s true. They’re already dead. Gone.” “Yes, but don’t you want it if they’re still around---” “NO!” Gray rose which made the cart slightly wobble. “Gray, sit down. You’re rocking the cart,” said Sarah cautiously.

" Wait for it Sadie, you won't know what hit you. It will be so hard that you might either die or choose to live in pain and agony for the rest of your life " Sofia said to herself grinning happily.

“The Grim Reaper is right beside us, but it’s really hard to guard against it. I’m scared just by watching it. It’s different from before. I was mentally prepared before, but this time, it’s really like watching a horror movie. I’m suddenly scared!” But now, the three of them were the ones who were almost at the brink of a mental breakdown. “F*ck you, Death Judge! Get out Here!” Grimm shouted. Sidney looked very absent-minded. He said with a dull look, “Zellman is dead. Sven is dead. Who will be next? None of us can escape. We will all die. He will kill us one by one.” Dafasi’s eyes also became unfocused. His right hand trembled as he wiped the cold sweat on his face. He said, “I don’t want

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

From Siddy 'How are you feeling? ' 'Don't worry, he is a strong man. He will live.' 'Are you okay?' 'I am sorry, I won't be around to comfort you. If you need me, you know our old ways of tracking my location. You can find me. I wish you all the best.' 'Follow your heart, brother. Live your life without any regrets. Time waits for no man. Remember, the clock is ticking and death is near.' 'Love you, always yours. Siddy.'

(Today I am here, but tomorrow There will be my memories, If I will not be here There will be the talks of mine) (If you will turn the pages Of life Then I think you will also cry Remembering me) **** Marna to sabko ek na ek din padega. Magar dekhte hai kiski mout ka sadma Kitno ko lagega. Kya khushi manaenge ya phir gum me doob jaaenge. Dekhte hai mere janaze par kitne mere aaenge. (Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye.

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.

“Sigh. Well, if death isn’t what you’re scared of, then I guess I won’t kill you. Death is only a satisfactory threat for cowards, because they at least die many times before their death.” Saul had almost no inkling what Javier meant. “F*ck my life. I just had to be captured by some jobless Shakespeare major. Just kill me or torture me or whatever, I beg of thee! Don’t make me go to sleep so soon after your recital!” Saul moaned. “Though if you really wanna perform, try moaning and squealing and screaming like b*tches when they’re horny and getting f*cked by my rock-hard d*ck. I sure love me the chorus of women orgasming—now that’s f*cking poetry! Haha, ‘f*cking’ poetry, get it?!”

Sophie says, also tearing up "I don't even know the guy. I just can't help but feel like me simply existing killed so many people…." I say, trailing off "I would probably feel the same way, Mara. But what would you tell me? You'd tell me something along the lines of 'Woman up! You're here now, don't disgrace their sacrifice by wallowing in your sadness,'" she says, pitching her voice up a few octaves to imitate me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Slurring, he said, “If you ask me, the dead shouldn’t blame anyone else. If they want to hate someone, they should hate that… that doctor, the one who said she could save them. Hah! Big words and no results…” He scoffed, voice rising. “Not a single one survived. Got people killed trying to play hero. That woman was a damn curse. A death omen! People like her don’t deserve to live… hic… Come on, drink! Let’s drink!” ***