Quotes About Death From Six Feet Under

#1. Almost any shark, three or four feet long, could kill a human being if it chose to do it. It could make you bleed to death. But they don't.

Peter Benchley

#2. My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally.

Clive Barker

#3. Living means constantly growing closer to death. Satisfaction only temporarily relieves hunger. Find the balance, and plant your feet.

Jackie Morse Kessler

#4. A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!

Victor Hugo

#5. There is death in the folds of her skirt and blood about her feet. She is for no man.

Joseph Conrad

#6. There is the softest of sobbing as the coffin is lowered into the ground, but it is difficult to pinpoint who it is coming from, or if it is instead a collective sound of mingled sighs and wind and shifting feet.

Erin Morgenstern

#7. You're just as dead if you fall from forty feet as you are from four thousand fathoms, that's what I say.

Terry Pratchett

#8. Except for the lack of enormous insects, suffocating humidity, malaria victims groaning in death throes, poisonous vipers as thick as mosquitoes, and rabid jungle cats madly devouring their own feet, you would have sworn you were in the Amazon rainforest.

Dean Koontz

#9. Easter says that every ending ever experienced by man is exquisitely crafted to find its own ending at the feet of a fresh beginning.

Craig D. Lounsbrough

#10. I shot a wild elephant in Africa thirty yards from me, and it didn't hit the ground until it was right at my feet. I wasn't a bit scared. But a four foot putt scares me to death.

Sam Snead

#11. At night the jackals came and ate their feet, and the next morning crows flew down and ate their eyes.

Nikos Kazantzakis

#12. What we owe men is some freedom from their part in a murderous game in which they kick each other to death with one foot, bracing themselves on our various comfortable places with the other.

Grace Paley

#13. I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Madeline Miller

#14. He took a deep breath. "I'm a weak man, Navani. I really am. If I give myself a few feet of leeway, I burst through all of my prohibitions. The momentum of following the Codes these years after Gavilar's death is what keeps me strong. If I let a few cracks into that armor, I might return to the

Brandon Sanderson

#15. Our loss put six feet under ground
Is measured by the magnolia's root;
Our gain's the intellectual sound
Of death's feet round a weedy tomb.

Allen Tate

#16. I nod to Death in passing, aware of the sound of my own feet upon my path. The

Peter Matthiessen

#17. Rincewind looked up at the tall black figure that had appeared a few feet away. It was, of course, Death. He turned his glowing eyesockets toward Rincewind and said, in a voice like the collapse of undersea chasms, GOOD AFTERNOON.

Terry Pratchett

#18. I'll teach you how to defend yourself, how to maim a man. We can use Po as a model.'
'Wonderful,' Po said. 'It's quite boring really, the way you beat me to death with your hands and feet, Katsa. It'll be refreshing to have you come at me with a knife.

Kristin Cashore

#19. Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.

Dan Simmons

#20. Then he smiles because he knows deep in his bones that his dad has gone and said something really funny probably. He kicks off his sheet and slides his feet into his slippers. Bunny sits in the living room, slumped low on the sofa, full of Geoffrey's Scotch and Poodle's cocaine.

Nick Cave

#21. If I danced with my feet As I dance in my dreaming, As graceful and gleaming As Death in disguise - Oh, that would be sweet, But then would I hunger To be ten years younger, Or wedded, or wise? The

Peter S. Beagle

#22. Now that I am alone, I don't have to hide it; I don't have to hide anything any longer. I can let my face go because no one can see me; because there's twenty-one thousand feet between me and them ... No, I don't have to press my teeth together or tighten the muscles of my jaw ...

Roald Dahl

#23. Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly.

Sara Quin

#24. My dear pope, I will kiss your feet and acknowledge you as supreme bishop if you will worship my Christ and grant that through His death and resurrection, not through keeping your traditions, we have forgiveness of sins and life eternal.

Martin Luther

#25. In the end, there's no sort of difference between dying from ignorance and dying under the feet of thousands of men who have regained their freedom. You close your eyes, and then there's nothing anymore. And death is never difficult. It requires neither a hero nor a slave. It eats what it's served.

Philippe Claudel

#26. How many of y'all wondered, like I did, during the LA riots when those people were being pulled out of their trucks and beaten half to death - step on the f***ing gas, man! They're on foot, you're in a truck - I think I see a way out of this.

Bill Hicks

#27. The stone will melt in tears,
because I can't remain closed to you forever.
I can't escape without being conquered.
From the blue sky an eye will gaze down,
to summon me in silence.
I will receive death utterly at your feet.

Rabindranath Tagore

#28. Your brother kills you." Fett hopped tpo his feet as lightly as any unarmoured jedi apprentice, the n added," Some things are worsse thean death. I know that better than anyone, except maybe Sintas-and Han Solo. Send your father my sympathies.

Troy Denning

#29. He has only as much ground as his two feet take up, only as much of a hold as his two hands encompass - someone who falls asleep in the winter snow to freeze to death like a child, someone who does nothing but takes walks, yet who could take them anywhere, without moving.

Franz Kafka

#30. The older you get, the deadlier you have to be and you use age to your advantage. You make it a strenght. Most of us are more dangerous the longer we live. If we didn't care about dying when we were young, we're not going to be too concerned about it when we have two feet in our grave.

Lorenzo Carcaterra

#31. Love lent me wings; my path was like a stair;
A lamp unto my feet, that sun was given;
And death was safety and great joy to find;
But dying now, I shall not climb to Heaven.

Michelangelo

#32. 'Six Feet Under' was so much about life. Sure, it had a lot to do with death, but that's the fun - that now I became a dead person.

Frances Conroy

#33. Father, perfect my trust;Let my spirit feel in death,That her feet are firmly setOn the rock of a living faith!

Phoebe Cary

#34. But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

James Russell Lowell

#35. The sheer volume of evidence for survival after death is so immense that to ignore it is like standing at the foot of Mount Everest and insisting that you cannot see the mountain.

Colin Wilson

#36. Road racing imitates life, the way it would be without the corruptive influence of civilization. When you see an enemy lying on the ground, what's your first reaction? To help him to his feet. In road racing, you kick him to death

Tim Krabbe

#37. A court of rotting corpses to worship at the feet of the goddess of death.

Nalini Singh

#38. In the heartfelt mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will visit us, to shine on those sitting in darkness, in the shadow of death, to guide our feet to the way of peace.

Anonymous

#39. Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.

Ernest Becker

#40. I've jumped out of an airplane 34 times. I've dove 212 feet under water. I've done a lot of things that defied death.

Jesse Ventura

#41. I make every movie and every scene like it could be my last. That's the only way I know how to make cinema that stands on its feet. I have to treat it like that. It has to be life and death stakes.

David O. Russell

#42. Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

Homer

#43. I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.

Carrie Ryan

#44. Let all Black Poets die as trumpets,
And be buried in the dust of marching feet.

Etheridge Knight

#45. I am not the kind of goddess of victory that people cheer for. I am merely a marionette who is fighting to cut off her own strings. At my feet is a hill covered in skeletons ... I am nothing but an angel of death.

Kaori Yuki

#46. Blood stopped binding us the instant he came at my throat. If this thing is stalking me because of him, then I'm more than ready to slash his throat and laugh while he bleeds to death at my feet. Give me the knife and stand back. (Aiden)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#47. People praise virtue, but they hate it, they run away from it. It freezes you to death, and in this world you've got to keep your feet warm.

Denis Diderot

#48. The worker picked up Pakhom's spade, dug a grave, and buried him - six feet from head to heel, exactly the amount of land a man needs.

Leo Tolstoy

#49. 17 v When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But v he laid his right hand on me, w saying, Fear not, x I am the first and the last, 18and the living one. y I died, and behold I am alive forevermore, and z I have the keys of Death and Hades.

Anonymous

#50. For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil; but in the end she is as bitter as wormword, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death, her steps lay hold of hell

Justin Cronin

#51. In an area of more than 1,000 war graves and with birdsong as the only sound, I contemplated the thin margin between life and death. If the sniper's bullet had been just two feet to one side, my father's life would have been over, aged just 27, and I would never have been born.

Michael Ashcroft

#52. Music, love, death. Certainly a triangle of sorts; maybe even an eternal one.
"The only people who can see the whole picture," he murmured, "are the ones who step out of the frame." (The ground beneath her feet.)

Salman Rushdie

#53. You have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling;

Anonymous

#54. Crucial to understanding federalism in modern day America is the concept of mobility, or 'the ability to vote with your feet.' If you don't support the death penalty and citizens packing a pistol - don't come to Texas. If you don't like medicinal marijuana and gay marriage, don't move to California.

Rick Perry

#55. I have them a few minutes to absorb everything while I teased Ubie, who only had to recover from his near-death experience. I was so glad Reyes hadn't ripped him to shreds. I liked him much better un-shredded. Unlike, say, my preference for lettuce or heavy metal guitar solos.

Darynda Jones

#56. Most people can't truly conceive of being in a place where death might be preferable to life. Life is strong. It grips you in many ways, from the beating of your heart, to the sun on your face, to the feel of the ground beneath your feet. It grasps you.

Cody McFadyen

#57. Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.

E.P. Roe

#58. When among the graves of thy fellows, walk with circumspection; thine own is open at thy feet.

Ambrose Bierce

#59. Stated most simply, New Death is the condition whereby human corpses now lie always on a horizontal vector - no matter the angle of the surface or the substance of the matter below them - and now orient so that their feet are facing all observers, all the time.

China Mieville

#60. Death stalked toward us on padded feet.
And it was not alone.

Melika Dannese Lux

#61. We know this apodictic rock beneath our feet. That dogmatic sun above our heads. The world of dreams, the agony of love and the foresight of death. That is all we know. And all we need to know? Challenge that statement.

Edward Abbey

#62. However fast you run, or however skilfully, you can't run away from your own feet.

Idries Shah

#63. Let us sleep, he said and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him.

Ernest Hemingway,

#64. And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan.
And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid
Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further,
Showed me its feet, the feet of many men,
And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.

Wilfred Owen

#65. Don't drink your bathwater and don't pee on your feet.

James Gary Vineyard

#66. Gilgamesh said to him, to Utnapishtim the remote,
What can I do, Utnapishtim? Where can I go?
A thief has stolen my flesh.
Death lives in the house where my bed is,
and wherever I set my feet, there Death is.

John Gardner

#67. Let it all be animal, my life and death, hard and clean like that, anything but human ... a lot I care, me with my red heart in the dark earth and my tattooed feet following the animal ways.

Vali Myers

#68. Every step you take - everywhere you stand - the ground beneath your feet is tainted by some kind of casualty. It's an inescapable fact. Nothing is untouched by death. Nothing.

J.M. Darhower

#69. When the personal soul life is burnt to ashes, a woman loses the vital treasure and begins to get dry boned as Death. In her unconscious, the desire for the red shoes, a wild joy, not only continues, it swells and floods, and eventually staggers to its feet and takes over, ferocious and famished.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes

#70. Forerun thy peers, thy time, and let
Thy feet, millenniums hence, be set
In midst of knowledge, dream'd not yet.

Alfred Tennyson

#71. Thomas stepped into the hall with Newt, scared to death of what his friend might say and how crazy it might sound. The seconds were ticking away. They walked a few feet from the door before Newt stopped and faced him,

James Dashner

#72. The end comes, no matter what. The only thing that matters is, how do you want to go out, on your feet or on your knees?

Richard Jenkins

#73. Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn't yet decided to buy. "I need a man."

Jackson bit back a miserable groan. The woman would be the death of him.

J.M. Stewart

#74. There was a basket at her feet. She reached into it and lifted out the head of a young woman, a marquise. She wore Bourbon white to her death, but wears the tricolor now - white cheeks, blue lips, red dripping from her neck. Long live the revolution.

Jennifer Donnelly

#75. No public official should be considered to be above criticism - and the higher up that official is, the more important it is to hold his or her feet to the fire when it comes to carrying out duties involving the life and death of individuals and the fate of the nation.

Anonymous

#76. Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

Horace

#77. He watched his feet, the only things that were keeping him from finding out if there really was a Kingdom of Heaven or not.

Richard Bachman