Marilyn Manson Quotes

To most the end comes as naturally and simply as sleep.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Death's a debt; his mandamus binds all alike- no bail, no demurrer.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

There ain't nothin' to dyin', really. You just get tired. You kind of drift away.

A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.

It is natural to die as to be born.

If you don't know how to die, don't worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don't bother your head about it.

Sir, then they’re just going to have to die.

As certain as death and taxes.

Dust, in the end, settles on everything.

Death is an old friend; I know him well. I lived with him, ate with him, slept with him; to meet him again does not frighten me death is as necessary as birth, as happy in its own way.

What is life when you come to think upon it, but a most excellent, accurately set, infinitely complicated machine for turning fat playful puppies into old mangy blind dogs, and proud war horses into skinny nags, and succulent young boys, to whom the world holds great delights and terrors, into old weak men, with running eyes, who drink ground rhino-horn?

Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.

This is a hell of a way to die.

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

We all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know we’re mortal, we know it’s going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.

We all - in the end - die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.

Life is a one-way street and you're not coming back.

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

There is nothing like death to say what is always such an artificial thing to say: The End.

Whatever is truly alive must die. Look at the flowers; only plastic flowers never die.

We do not ask to be born; and we do not ask to die. But born we are and die we must. We come into existence and we pass out of existence. And in neither case does high-handed fate await our ratification of its decree.

There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.