Death Quote by William Shakespeare

“May make my heart as a milestone, set my face as a flint, cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes…

— Alfred Tennyson

“Grief handed me a heart of iron, and I rusted it with my tears, a muscle not made of flesh, not pumping blood.”

— Kennedy Ryan

“the flint and steel of circumstances are continually striking out sparks, which vanish immediately, unless they chance to fall upon the tinder of our…

— Anne Brontë

“Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water tawny color of kicked up dirt Every breath is full of choking. there…

— Lauren Oliver

“People really could be one way outside, when inside they were torn to shreds, a fine white powder of grief and regret replacing blood…

— Alice Hoffman

“I shall grind your bones to powder,” he hollered, transfixing the three Gentlemen Bastards with his gleaming eyes. “And with that dust I’ll make…

— Scott Lynch

“A beating heart was skewered on its tip. It was broken, cut almost clean in half by a blackened fissure that was filled with…

— Marissa Meyer

“If it was in Grief, it was philosophy, if in joy, it was madness. Just the way a philandering flame could be for warmth,…

— Kirthi Jayakumar

“Before, as I walked about, either on my hunting, or for viewing the country, the anguish of my soul at my condition would break…

— Daniel Defoe

“This was our grief and pain at our deepest. This was our hearts and souls scraped raw. This was desperation so intense I felt…

— Rachel Higginson

“My parents had torn through my innocence and left me with a tar-like substance that was corrupting what was left of me. I could…

— J.D. Stroube

“It’s always described as melting, and I finally understood why. I thought my body was turning to liquid. I could feel my bones giving…

— S. Walden