Jennifer Donnelly Quotes

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

Never the grave gives back what it has won!

Tombstones don't talk back.

Integration will not bring a man back from the grave.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

It is only the dead who do not return.

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.

At that stage of my youth, death remained as abstract a concept as non-Euclidean geometry or marriage. I didn't yet appreciate its terrible finality or the havoc it could wreak on those who'd entrusted the deceased with their hearts.

Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

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

Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

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.

When you are dead, it is hard to find the light switch.

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

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.

Of all the pulpits from which human voice is ever sent forth, there is none from which it reaches so far as from the grave.

There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.

Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter

After a while I started to think of that as an image of something that went a lot deeper than the dead dog, which is you can't bring back anything to life.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.