Death Quote by Haruki Murakami Download Open image ““The pistol against her back was as hard and cold as death, and the feeling soothed her.”” — Haruki Murakami ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Death
“Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Her pain was so strong, so shrill she could almost understand a man’s suffering when he had a cold.” — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
“...she discovered that her feet were cold, her head ached, and that her heart was colder than the former, fuller of pain than the… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I rush to her side and touch her cold skin, hoping against hope for a pulse.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“She had expected a pistol to seem light and natural-a seamless extension of her angry feral self.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“She shoved her hands in the deep silk-lined pockets…where she felt the cold steel of a revolver.” — Sherry Morris Copy Share Image
“If you ever touch her again I will fucking kill you,” he said in a cold lethal tone that sent chills down her back.… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She was shot dead, in cold blood," he said bitterly. I could see we were in for a long night. I got out my… — Philip Kerr Copy Share Image
“She sat icy and withdrawn. She had hoped he would touch her, put his arms around her. Now she felt she would kill him… — Maeve Binchy Copy Share Image
“...she forced herself to relax her shoulders and affect a tone of bored insouciance that the Widow would have approved, and said, "I shall… — Donna Thorland Copy Share Image
“she was trembling from the cold and the fear of being alone in the middle of nowhere with something blocking her path. And smacking… — Marie Force Copy Share Image
I always feel like I'm struggling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too soon needed ten, then thirty, thena full minute...” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Intelligent teenage girls were often instinctively theatrical, purposely eccentric, mouthing highly suggestive words to confuse people.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“that one of our problems was our inability to recognize and accept our own deformities” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“When I look back at myself at age twenty, what I remember most is being alone and lonely. I had no girlfriend to warm my body or my soul, no friends I could open up to. No clue what I should do every day, no vision for the future. For the most part, I remained hidden away, deep within myself.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
“There's not a branch of publishing or broadcasting that doesn't depend in some way on advertising. It'd be like an aquarium without water. Why,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“One by one, I'll face the tasks before me and complete them as best I can. Focusing on each stride forward, but at the same time taking a long-range view, scanning the scenery as far ahead as I can. I am, after all, a long distance runner. My time, the rank I attain, my outward appearance - all of these… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
“Eleven o'clock had come and gone. I had to find a way to bring this conversation to a successful conclusion and get out of there. But before I could say anything, she suddenly asked me to hold her. 'Why?' I asked, caught off guard. 'To charge my batteries,' she said. 'Charge your batteries?' 'My body has run out of electricity.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
“He wondered how it was fair that your dying should depend so much on when you were born.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. Life is plurality, death is uniformity. By suppressing differences and pecularities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death. The ideal of a single civilization for everyone, implicit in the cult of progress and technique, impoverishes and mutilates us. Every view of… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
Most of us are convinced that we are our egos, which is who we think we are. The ego is part of our incarnation.… — Ram Dass Copy Share Image
I do not want to live at the cost of the life even of a snake. I should let him bite me to death… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
“It was beautiful. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful in all his life; that, having seen it, he could die content, knowing that he would never see anything so beautiful again. He wished he could have seen it for longer. More, he wished he could have taken it apart, studied it all the way down to its… — Mira Grant Copy Share
With multiplayer, permanent death, and an ever-changing world to explore and conquer, 'A Valley Without Wind' might be the place you're looking for if… — Rob Manuel Copy Share Image
“What did you see?” she asked gently. His brow furrowed, as if he could not understand the question. Then his eyes turned to the paper on which he'd been writing. They went to the quill that he seemed surprised to see in his hand. When he turned to look at her again, fresh tears spilled from Michel de Nostredame's eyes.… — J. Anthony Torino Copy Share
Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money. — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“I practice Dying--every night-- But have not learned to, still-- Though Talented--by Mortal bones-- For such a common Skill.” — Alan W. Powers Copy Share
“You must understand the pain and grief of losing someone is nothing more than a function of survival.” — Steven Cooper Copy Share Image
I am not a depressive person at all, but I reflect a lot on my life, and life in general, from the perspective of… — Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu Copy Share Image
“Death is a reality that calls the rest of life and all of our assorted strivings into sharp relief.” — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image