He had prepared his death much earlier, in his imagination, unaware that his imagination, more creative than he, was planning the reality of that death.
There was an embrace in death.
For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.
But was it not true that there were people, certain individuals, whom one found it impossible to picture dead, precisely because they were so vulgar? That was to say: they seemed so fit for life, so good at it, that they would never die, as if they were unworthy of the consecration of death.
Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.
So generation after generation of men in love with pain and passivity serve out their time in the Zone, silent, redolent of faded sperm, terrified of dying, desperately addicted to the comforts others sell them, however useless, ugly or shallow, willing to have life defined for them by men whose only talent is for death.
Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.
The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.
Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.
Everything is valuable under the right conditions. To a man dying of thirst, water be more precious than gold. To a drowning man, water be of little worth and great trouble.
DON'T THINK OF IT AS DYING, said Death. JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.
Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.
The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.
Sometime later the islanders on a little rimward atoll were amazed to find, washed into their little local lagoon, the wave-rocked corpse of a hideous sea monster, all beaks, eyes and tentacles. They were further astonished at its size, since it was rather larger than their village. But their surprise was tiny compared to the huge, stricken expression on the face of the dead monster, which appeared to be have been trampled to death.
Think what you will, blackbird, for I'll be here long after thee's gone they course and died thy death.
Get busy living or get busy dying.....there ain't nothing inbetween
Across the dying fire, Seth Clearwater - his eyes wide with adulation for the fraternity of tribal protectors- nodded his agreement.
It's something about the inevitability. How nothing can keep them apart--not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end...their love is their only redeeming quality.
Nature taking its course - hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.
You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires.
Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder
I've never thought about dying, But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.
From a purely physical standpoint she didn't have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.
Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.
Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn't know a thing about life.
To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.
Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.
This is a 911? You know you only text that when someone is dead or dying. You scared the crap out of me.