Richelle Mead Quotes

I'm collateral damage. I'm road kill. And in 72 hours, nobody is going to remember who I am nor are they going to care.

We died like aunts of pets or foreigners.

To be forgotten, is to die a little.

He is remembered chiefly as the man about whom all is forgotten.

I feel like, the more you hang around, the more you're forgotten. It doesn't matter how good you are.

I could still be forgotten when I'm dead. I don't really care what happens when I'm dead.

The Egremonts had never said anything that was remembered, or done anything that could be recalled.

I've had a good run of birthdays, and now no one will notice when I die.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.

What I try to do is write about forgotten people, and, in a certain sense, we're all forgotten.

A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I’ll just be one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.

He knows that after him everything will continue on much as before, except that there will be a minuscule absence, a barely detective gap in the so-called grand scheme, one unit fewer now. Or not even that, not even an empty space where he once was, for all will rush immediately to fill that vacuum. Pft. Gone. Recollections of him will remain in the minds of others for a while, but presently those others too will die and his few relics with them. And then all will be dark.

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.

We 've wholly forgotten how to die. But be sure you do die nevertheless. Do your work, and finish it. If you know how to begin, you will know when to end.

She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!

How many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead.

Everybody dies, Sally. The thing is to die well.

An absolute condition of all successful living, whether for an individual or a nation, is the acceptance of death.

Can we wonder that men perish and are forgotten when their noblest and most enduring works decay?

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Death alone will put a stop to my effort!