Even in the grave, all is not lost. — Edgar Allan Poe
Even in the grave, all is not lost. — Edgar Allan Poe
Even in the grave, all is not lost. — Edgar Allan Poe
Even in the grave, all is not lost. — Edgar Allan Poe
Even in the grave, all is not lost. — Edgar Allan Poe
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Even in the grave, all is not lost.

— Edgar Allan Poe
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More “Death” Quotes

- What happens to people that love each other?- I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than — Ernest Hemingway, Islands in the Stream
Tip to all British tabloids: Do Not Hack Amy Winehouse's Phone. I repeat: Do Not Hack Amy Winehouse's Phone. — Jonah Goldberg
Murderers — serving life sentences — were caring for their dying fellow inmates. Washing their bed-sore covered bodies, — Lisa R. Cohen
This shit about being fearless before death ain't got no quality. How could you say you were fearless about leaving the — John Cheever, Falconer
The inmates made jokes about the chair, the way people always make jokes about things that frighten them but can't be go — Stephen King, The Green Mile
The wide corridor up the centre of E Block was floored with linoleum the colour of tired old limes, and so what was the — Stephen King, The Green Mile
My fate is a prison. It's the only one of us who didn't need to inhabit one. I took your responsibility for those souls — Martha Brockenbrough, The Game of Love and Death
Golden bars make no less a prisonthan a coffin on a hill.And in caged reformation,one wanders aimless still.The rafters — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
They did not use the sonic stunners but the foray gun, the ancient weapon that fires a set of metal fragments in a burst — Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness
Don’t worry, my friend. I won’t let you die.” I was seventeen and stupid and I believed him. — David Benioff, City of Thieves
Surely that was why faith had been invented: to raise teenagers without dying. Although of course it was also why death — Lorrie Moore, Bark: Stories
Death is like that, it blinks, we blink; not always able to see the Stop signs, hiding behind trees in the corner of the — Anthony Liccione