Andy Biersack Quotes

Death's long anabasis.

They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I'll hug his neck.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

Death. It doesn't have to be boring.

Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!

So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. "This is death toast sweety.

Even death has a heart.

Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles.

Death tripped down the corridor, changing step, struck out here and there, danced pirouettes; often I felt his breath on my face when he was miles away; often I fell asleep and dreamed while he stood leaning over my bed.

death - a passage outside the range of imagination, but within the range of experience.

I am death, not taxes. I turn up only once.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

I don't mean to imply that I'm afraid of Death. I'm just not ready to go out on a date with him.

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

think of it this way," he said "It took nine months to get you born, so doesn't it figure it would take nine months to get you dead?

One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

From him [Death] alone of all the powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin. For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then: "Hi, Dead. I'm Dan.

I think of death as a glad awakening from this troubled sleep which we call life; as an emancipation from a world, which, beautiful though it may be, is still a land of captivity.

Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.

Death is my neighbor now.