End of Existence Quotes

There is nothing glamorous about death.

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.

Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life.

How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.

I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?" "I am hope.

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

And so the Universe ended.

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really, I'm just a little more out about it.

'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.

The goal of all life is death.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

But when it really happens I'm very fascinated, I'm waiting for the moment, because the moment where life abandons you and death steps in, that moment must be fantastic, no?

As a kid, death seemed boring to me. As an adult, I think that it seems more like a waste of everything. Somebody once said every time a professor dies, a library burns.

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

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?

I'm not frightened of death.

Ever since childhood, when I found out that the ultimate fate for all humans was death, sheer terror and morbid curiosity had been fighting for supremacy in my mind.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.

In every death, a busy world comes to an end.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

Black is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.