Death Quote by Donna Tartt

“The flock of birds always living in her chest these days had been startled. They flund themselves against the confines of her ribs, beating…

— Kiersten White

“They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its heart…

— Yukio Mishima

“Drowned out by the sound of his heart throwing itself against his ribcage.”

— Amy Zhang

“His heart, which seemed to have swollen to an unnatural size, was thumping loudly under his ribs.”

— J.K. Rowling

“That fluttery feeling in my chest felt as though it was starting to bruise my rib cage.”

— Laura Buzo

“I did not see where the bullets were going, but little songbirds flew down from the trees, confused and worried. They perched on my…

— Daoud Hari

“There's a problem with wounded birds. Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no…

— Jodi Picoult

“Everything looked like death to me, a bush was hunched-over grizzly, a skinny tree stump was a wolf staring right at me. My heart…

— Beth Lewis

“It was as if the birds were caught in the repetition of some primal trauma, stuck between what they had and what they wanted.”

— Garth Risk Hallberg

“Little birds of thought die in her throat.”

— Annie G. Rogers

“I closed the door and sank into my desk chair. My heart was pounding even harder. I felt like someone who had just staggered…

— Kate White