Romans & histoires The Little Prince Death Quotes

"nique-" A warm sensation embraced my body. A heard a voice in the distance. Ahh... So this is death huh....... I thought it would be worse... But this is actually quite nice... "minique, wake up!" The voice was getting closer, I also heard steps approaching. Death... Is that you? Are you coming for my soul?... Well, I guess it was nice while it lasted... Time to be part of the eternal nothingness of space... Man... Who would think that death would sound like a little girl... The universe sure is weird...

Max replied sarcastically. "There's no point in keeping things a secret from us, Julian. The truth is always revealed,” Gabriella continued as her hand moved lightly to caress Cayden's and Grace's heads in turn. “Julian should be honest when things go wrong. If everyone helps, I'm sure the matter will be quickly resolved,” the Little Prince muttered, successfully widening everyone's eyes. After a sigh of disbelief, Mister Hunt asked, “Are you sure this little boy is only three years old? How could he speak so wisely?”

Not only was the Voltaire clan surprised to find Zee like that even Henzie and Kevin were also surprised because it was the first time they had seen their son's strength as well as the others. Falcon approached Karl and helped him up and then looked at Zee sharply but Zee looked at him no less sharply then the little prince approached his mother and stretched his arms behind his mother's body while saying. "Don't look at my mother like that" he said looking at Luke and Zack sharply and it was able to make both men stutter. How can the little prince say as if he knows what they are thinking and before they can reply to Zee's words suddenly a shield has covered his small body along with his mo

Elizabeth looked at him, lifted her hand to pinch his face hard, saying, "Do you know how you died?" Lucas was bewildered, "Aren't I still alive?" "You died out of stupidity!" Lucas was speechless. Why was it the same way as how Sugar Bun and Biscuit's father died? Could it be...

he spoke back at me. As he asked me this question, I sat in silence because I had no answer to his question. I had no hopes for myself, but I am giving hope to another person. "No ideas," he said. "Right, little wolf girl." Hahahaha… ! He laughs. "As I thought," he said as he looked at me in a very sensitive manner, "the more you make death your very good friend, the easier it will be for you to let go." "Is that so?" I asked him.

His lower lip quivered, but he held it in, too brave to cry again. Finally, he looked up at me, his expression filled with something between innocence and dawning comprehension. “So… you’ve known all this time,” he whispered. “But… I heard Auntie Kylie say something once. She said that Grandma Lil… she died because she wasn’t with her mate.” He swallowed hard. “She said not being with your mate can… kill you.”

He greeted with a voice full of sarcasm. Patrice sighed and rolled her eyes. “Go and play with your notebook, Death Note.” She replied loud enough for Infinite to hear and chuckle. L glared at her before walking towards his friends. *We’ll see how you can survive a death note’s wrath, Patrice Kwon.* He thought all the way.

He is correct. Kaash!!! Aaj koyi tara toot jaye, Mujhe apne liye mout mangni hai. (I wish!!! Today a star breaks I want to wish death for myself) I am going, going forever. I think it is good for everyone. I should die. Bye I will never meet you now and bore you with my talks. Bye I will miss you. Goodbye forever. Bye. Dear diary. Reading this my breath hitched for a second. What he meant by goodbye forever.

“Everything in life is a lesson, Lucy…everything.” “No, it’s not.” She bit her lip. “I was told something quite different when I was dead.” At that statement, Lucy paused just enough that it even caught her off guard. “What?” “You heard me. I died in the hospital, and when I was dead, I was told some things, but I guess that doesn’t matter to you.” She looked back down at her book. “Bull…”

The only thing left in my body is my spirit, because I'm not dead yet. “3” “Dora!” Lazarus’s voice echoes in my head. “One has to die.” “Rig-ht…” I repeat weakly. “One - has - to - die…” “And that's not fucking me!”