Terry Pratchett Quotes

The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?

I hope I am not too repetitive. However, coming to terms with death is part of the general human situation.

You get to an age when you lose people close to you.

Death is a fearful thing.

We do have trouble dealing with death, but it's the one thing that is guaranteed we are all going to have to do, and we are going to have to face it many times before we die ourselves.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

Papa died when he was 77.

I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.

Death is something that happens to others, you think, until it happens to you.

I'm more interested in the meaning of funerals and the mourning that people do. It's not a retail experience. It's an existential one.

Accepting death is a massive problem for everybody.

Dealing with death is there forever, really, you know, because we all have to face it.

In the seventeenth year of my age my mother died.

I never really had to deal with a death in the family, let alone my brother.

It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time, we never see it.

I've never seen anyone die. It's hard to imagine what it would be like.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

The first memory I have in the world is of death and tears. That is how I would mark the beginning of my life: the way people mark the end of one. My family had gathered at Papa Joe's house because Mam' Grace was slipping away, only I didn't register it that way. For some reason I thought that it was her birthday.

The autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.

People live, people die. It's always hard when it's a member of your family.

My father passed away at, like, 87.

You're never prepared to lose anybody in your family.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.

The problem with death is absence