Jim Butcher Quotes

There's no happy time to die, but if I had a choice, I'd die doing the thing I loved.

We start dying when we have nothing worth living for. And we don't really start living until we find something worth dying for

I've seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.

Your father has to die, better he dies in your arms.

Give me love and work - these two only.

If a man has not discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.

Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

All the great Shakespeare plays are about killing. 'Alas, poor Yorick,' that's about death. And in 'Romeo and Juliet' everyone up ends up dying. The greatest dramas in the world are all about sex, violence and death.

People always speak beautifully when they are in love or close to death.

Everyone has to die someday. I'd rather die after doing something worthwhile.

I don't have a problem with dying but I have a problem with what I'm going to die for. I don't want to die for no reason at all. If I'm going to die for something, I want it to be worthwhile.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.

That is our ‘pointed task. Love & die.

Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death - ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.

At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.

Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.