Quotes About Death

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

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-Anaïs Nin

“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”

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-Charles Bukowski

“I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.”

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-Ayn Rand

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

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-Anaïs Nin

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

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-George R.R. Martin

“I go to seek a Great Perhaps.”

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-François Rabelais

“Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.”

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-E.E. Cummings

“A girl calls and asks, “Does it hurt very much to die?”
“Well, sweetheart,” I tell her, “yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.”

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-Chuck Palahniuk

“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

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-Chuck Palahniuk

“I don’t want to die without any scars.”

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-Chuck Palahniuk

“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”

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-Charles Bukowski

“I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.”

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-Ayn Rand

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

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-Anaïs Nin
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