The Little Prince Death Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Far away from this heartbreak. Prince So this is how it feels when you die. You have no more soul. I thought that I saw red, but this time, I see nothing. Nothing. It’s not dark. It’s not blinding white. It’s just … nothing. Shouldn’t you be released from pain once you die?

"I won't. You've analyzed why those people said those words. If I still take their words to heart, I’ll really die in the dead end." "Don't say anything related to ‘die’." Julien frowned and covered her lips with displeasure. Sydney pushed his hand away with a laugh. "Why are you so serious? Didn't I just say ‘die’? Look at your serious face. You seem as if I said something so terrible that the world was going to end." “‘Die’ is an unlucky word," Julien said in an annoyed voice. "It’s unlucky. I hope both of us are safe and sound."

Far away from this heartbreak. Prince So this is how it feels when you die. You have no more soul. I thought that I saw red, but this time, I see nothing. Nothing. It’s not dark. It’s not blinding white. It’s just … nothing. Shouldn’t you be released from pain once you die?

" 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

And I couldn’t control my laughter when I recalled how badly he sucked at the language. “You know, I once read a grand quote by someone. It said, ‘Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.’” “If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.” I finish for him. It’s one of my favourite quotes of all times. He stares at me with a hint of warmth, his eyes telling me more about him than his words. We both avoid eye contact and glance at the table. I’ve no idea why I’m acting like a ten-year-old.

the newborn god replies gently. Silence presses in. I think of Nova again. Her voice when she said love is not enough. She feared this. “I am not losing myself,” I say firmly. “Then prove it,” Death replies. “How?” “Revoke it.” The suggestion lands like a challenge. If I revoke the decree now, instability returns. Chaos returns. Fear returns. I hesitate. Only for a second. But Death sees it. “You see?” it says. “I am weighing consequences.” “You are weighing pride.”

Luca stood in his dark oversized coat and sunglasses, listening to the priest's sermon. “Death is not final. Not in the way we think it is. Death is sometimes rebirth into a plane that may even be more elevated than how it was when we were amongst the living.” He called bullshit on that. Death was final. It could be dressed up in as much philosophical bullshit as these so-called men of God chose to do, but it was final. “Are there any that have something, a testimony, a poem, maybe even a memory of our sister Bailey to share?” The priest asked.

I said to him and he glared at me. “Did you just call me a naïve little dead guy?” he asked me. “Sorry, did I hurt your feelings?” I asked him and he laughed again. “Usually I’m the one hurting people’s feelings,” he said to me. “I’d apologize if I thought it mattered,” I said and I could hear Blaise laughing in my head. “Do you really think you’re better than me?” Death questioned. “Let’s see, you’re dead and stuck in here and I’m alive. I’d say you were jealous of me,” I said to him.

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

He said, "Believe it or not, you are about to die." Silence as quiet as death. No one in the main hall had expected Lucas to say something like that. They never would have no matter how hard they cudgeled their brains. There was a puzzled look on Lora’s frosty face. She was puzzled as to why Lucas would say such self-willed words. Could it be that… He knew that he was not going to survive, hence he said it on purpose? "Since you are so confident, I will allow you to be confident for once. I don’t believe that I will be dead very soon," Caspian looked at Lucas and said indifferently.