Anne Enright Quotes

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

You're dead, Cordelia.' No I'm not. 'Yes you are. You're dead. Lie down.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

You want what you want, whether or not you think you can have it.

I don't fear death, it must be like a long sleep.

I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

I do not know why the dead do not come back to life. Perhaps death is so wonderful, in ways we cannot comprehend, that they prefer it over and above their friends and loved ones, although I am inclined to doubt that be the case.

You will die and it will all be over. You will die and find out everything or cease asking.

Wanting and needing are two different things.

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

What came for them? Not death. Just the end of living.

How fares it with the happy dead?

Yes, you have been away a very long time.' 'Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,' she said, 'that I'm sure I'm dead and buried and this dear old place is heaven.

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.

The world of the dead wonʹt give you up a second time.

After death there is nothing.

Where do you go when you die? Ha ha. Go on, go on and tell her, Billy." Billy smiles. "You become a little voice in someone's ear telling them that things will be alright.

We need to be together." "Why?" I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard. "Because I want you." I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of the dead. "Wrong answer," I told him. I let go

I'm sorry, Heather, but everything was not just fine before I got here. You know how I know that? Because you're dead. Okay? You are dead. Dead people don't have lockers, or best friends, or boyfriends. You know why? Because they're dead.-Suze Simon

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.