death

"A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us."We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane."

"Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder"

"Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities."

"I was with a friend of mine recently who was dying and while he was lying there with his family around his bed, I just knew that was it, that was the best you can hope for in life - to have your family and the people who love you around you at the end."

"Honor from death,” I snap, “is a myth. Invented by the war torn to make sense of the horrific. If we die, it will be so that others may live. Truly honorable death, the only honorable death, is one that enables life."

"I drink coffee like steam is the ghost of dead water. Ever tried inhaling the afterlife?"

"Either this wallpaper goes, or I do."

"Nico found a sort of freedom in knowing that eventually, no matter what happened, he would end up at the foot of his father’s throne."

"Don't fear the gods,Don't worry about death;What is good is easy to get, andWhat is terrible is easy to endure."

"If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories."Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories."

"How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?"

"The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying."

"A girl always remembers the first corpse she shaves."

"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."

"Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept."

"You can't just make me different and then leave"

"Everyone sounded the same when they died."

"Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?"Harry interrupted again."So he can sneak up on people,"said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking..."

"Me: On time. Love: Late. Death: Early. Seriously, why are you late?"

"We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do."