death

"who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody."

"My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show."

"Her dad died unexpectedly, so I hid the flowers, because flowers are reminders of spring and life, and also of headstones and death. Also, I hid the flowers because they were for another woman."

"Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything."

"End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take."

"It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.''Why are you saying that?''She might need permission to die, Cal.''I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission."

"Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace."

"Does it hurt?"The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all,"said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."

"One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside."

"Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them."

"You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less."

"Something has spoken to me in the night...and told me that I shall die, I know not where. Saying: "[Death is] to lose the earth you know for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth."

"My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.~ Falsely yours"

"If flowers were boogers, I'd pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave."

"Nothing is ever certain."

"Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die."

"No matter how much he talked, she never answered him, but he knew she was still there. He knew it was like the soldiers he had read about. They would have an arm or a leg blown off, and for days, even weeks after it happened, they could still feel the arm itching, the leg itching, the mother calling."

"You can't give her that!' she screamed. 'It's not safe!'IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE.'She's a child!' shouted Crumley.IT'S EDUCATIONAL.'What if she cuts herself?'THAT WILL BE AN IMPORTANT LESSON."

"Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all."

"Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?"