To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished. — Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel
To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished. — Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel
To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished. — Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel
To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished. — Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel
To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished. — Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel
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To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

— Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel
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More “Death” Quotes

. . . at this season, the blossom is out in full now, there in the west early. It's a plum tree, it looks like apple blo — Dennis Potter, Seeing the Blossom: Two Interviews and a Lecture
If life is worth living for so is it worth dying. — Santosh Kalwar
It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world. — Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir
El silencio de la muerte es el peor de los silencios, porque el silencio rulfiano es un silencio aceptado y el rimbaudia — Roberto Bolaño
I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage. — Rosie Thomas, Iris & Ruby
Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of — Georges Rodenbach, The Bells of Bruges
We are all created by desire and we all die because of desire. — Santosh Kalwar
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Only the debris of wreckage, and not much of that, was left behind by the sharks who fed on tragedy: the fishermen, too, — William Trevor, The Story of Lucy Gault
Death preserves an ideal. — Rosie Thomas, Iris & Ruby
Just when you think you're in the cat-bird's seat, the Angel of Death calls "dibs" on shotgun. — P.L. Reiter
The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of that passing — Cormac McCarthy