What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

Death has no regard for anyone, regardless of size, class, religion, or anything else. Death doesn't inform before it shows up at the door of an individual. Death doesn't make friends with anyone. Everybody is going to be dead one day, just give them time. Death is the penalty we all pay for the privilege of life. Death, for all his power, cannot carry water from the river with a sieve. Death, taxes and childbirth! There’s never any convenient time for any of them. A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it

What's worse than death is living and what's worse than living is death. The nonsensical thought reverberated in my head as I stared up at the small stars scattered in the night sky. My hand rested on my stomach and the other supported my head as a pillow. My legs draped down the side of the roof but I wasn't afraid of falling. My mind might have been racing with nonsensical thoughts, but being up there was peaceful.

She might never be able to break away from this fate of dreadfulness. “Sometimes, death is better. Certainly, death is better.” She said to herself.

Liam "Death is not the opposite of life... It's a part of life..." -Haruki Murakami Unlike what is shown in movies and written in books, I somehow realized how easy and painless death was. Survival was hard. For death, all you have to do is make one single decision and all your agony and pain fades but survival...that's a whole different game.

“It took me so long, so I think I’d try to make it work. See how it goes. Give it a chance. If not then shut this down and finally move on.” “What if she’s sick, old, ugly, terrible with no leadership, and a bitch.” “Then I’d begin thinking that I’m actually cursed.” I chuckled. “Isn’t it painful? The distance I mean,” I asked. “They say the worst thing is the death of a mate, followed by rejection, followed by separation.” “It is.” “How do you cope?” He shrugged. “It’s been this way for so long.” “Does it get worse?” “It does. Time makes it a lot worse.”

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

It's like a thousand stakes were stabbed right through my heart. This feels worse than dying. I guess life loves to play games with me. It always finds ways to hurt and ruin me. What an unfortunate life I have…

he whispers, then looks up at me again, "No way. You can't die?!" "Not like this, no," I smile, feeling his relief, "I could die if I got dropped in the middle of the ocean with no water or food for over a month. I would last a lot longer than a human, but that just means I would suffer more for the same fate, death. I could die if someone chopped me up in pieces too, so... your dad could definitely kill me if he set his mind up to it. He's done a lot worse to other people." "Ew," he shakes his whole body, "Car crash?"

We had thought his being killed by someone random out there in the Reignile wild was the worst fate possible but it turns out there was a fate more worse than death— it was this fate. — being part of the Dark One’s army and being part of those who were going to attack us. Hence, someone amongst us today would be required to kill him— this was a worser fate. My chest was heavy with gloom now. I was breathing strenuously due to the weight of all this realization that had met me… but then I didn’t know that things would get much worse. Landon and Anita were both stricken with the dread of seeing their father and mother as Ferals and although I detested the Alpha Queen, I didn’t fancy this sight

"What if death is the real enemy? What if ending it would end suffering? What if I'm fighting for the wrong side?" "You're not." Kai grips my shoulders. "Death is natural. Necessary. Without it, life has no meaning. Without endings, nothing matters. Your father is wrong. Grief made him wrong. Death made him worse. Don't let him make you doubt." "But I do doubt." I admit. "I killed that bird. Without seeing. Without caring. Is that what death's champion does? Kill innocents? Cause collateral damage? Become what she fights? Maybe ending death would end that. End the killing. End the accidents. End the horror."