Robin Hobb Quotes

Sometimes I would make myself very still and try to imagine myself dead. I tried to invoke the feeling of the very last breath I would take.

When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.

Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.

Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?” --Sadie to Zia

To die is only to be as we were before we were born; yet no one feels any remorse, or regret, or repugnance, in contemplating this last idea.

After death there is nothing.

Don't die like I did.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

When you die it's the end of your life.

tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.

No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the ground These dying, withering limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust:-- My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just.

I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.

Sometimes I think the resurrection of the body, unless much improved in construction, a mistake!

I'd never really thought past the whole dying-for-the-sake-of-the-world part of things. When you're alive, you don't dwell on how you're going to spend your time once you're dead. You just figure you're gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself.

He who has lived as a true philosopher has reason to be of good cheer when he is about to die, and that after death he may hope to receive the greatest good in the other world.

What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.

Everyone is going to die. Aren't you interested in what's going to happen?

I apologize to the public, whom I promised better.

When you're dead, you're done.

This world is the land of the dying; the next is the land of the living.

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.