Death was for-the other people. — Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None
Death was for-the other people. — Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None
Death was for-the other people. — Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None
Death was for-the other people. — Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None
Death was for-the other people. — Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None
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Death was for-the other people.

— Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None
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More “Death” Quotes

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Wall
Though you may hear me holler,And you may see me cry--I'll be dogged, sweet baby,If you gonna see me die. — Langston Hughes
Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone - the kind, the cruel, — Svetlana Alexievich, Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster
If you wear black, then kindly, irritating strangers will touch your arm consolingly and inform you that the world keeps — Alan Moore, Swamp Thing, Vol. 5: Earth to Earth
It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad. — Thomas Bernhard, Gargoyles
She died--this was the way she died;And when her breath was done,Took up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her — Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems
The thing about old friends is not that they love you, but that they know you. They remember that disastrous New Year's — Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake
But she's wrong about hell. You don't have to wait until you're dead to get there. — Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It
Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time wi — Rosamund Lupton, Sister
What happens if a car comes? We die. — Nicholas Sparks
My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. Bu — Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Stay with me to-night; you must see me die. I have long had the taste of death on my tongue, I smell death, and who will — Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart