Death Quote by Phillip Pullman

“Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast death, which…

— Rainer Maria Rilke

“Her life was shameful and lonely. There was no longer any hope for her, there was no chance of escape. Yet, in spite of…

— Anna Kavan

“Though she thought of her body as a mass of frailties, she considered her soul quite as ill, and therefore important in her life.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“I was hers in ways that those with loyalties of convenience cannot fathom. I loved her beyond words and clothes, and yes beyond even…

— Sonja Livingston

“What she did not know, and would never have believed, was that though her soul seemed to have been grown over with an impenetrable…

— Leo Tolstoy

“That someone would mourn her death made her want to live in the fiercest way.”

— H. L. Burke

“Then there was survival. There was going on, as she had always gone on, without much joy, against her will, against her instincts, without…

— Robert Goolrick

“The knowledge that she was needed by something living, that she could benefit another creature, produce happiness, or contentment, or just a feeling of…

— Connie Brockway

“What she coaxed out of me was a visceral need to live, and wasn't that what fueled immortality and made it worthwhile anyway? That…

— Roshani Chokshi

“Living, it seemed to her, was the acquiring of bad habits. Dying, the process of rescinding them.”

— Gabrielle Zevin

“She was in herself, like a woman near term, and did not think of the man, going on ahead, or the path, climbing upwards…

— Rainer Maria Rilke

“An awful sense of her deadness, of her soul-blighting selfishness, began to dawn upon her as something monstrous out of dim, gray obscurity.”

— Zane Grey