#las

Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#hurt-him #roarke #death

I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. ↗

— William Goldman

#fairness #life #love #wise-last-chapter #death

What about your crepe?" "Stuff It." "She's crazy about you," Mavis commented. "It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#fawns #roarke #death

Nineteenth-century preacher Henry Ward Beecher's last words were "Now comes the mystery." The poet Dylan Thomas, who liked a good drink at least as much as Alaska, said, "I've had eighteen straight whiskeys. I do believe that's a record," before dying. Alaska's favorite was playwright Eugene O'Neill: "Born in a hotel room, and--God damn it--died in a hotel room." Even car-accident victims sometimes have time for last words. Princess Diana said, "Oh God. What's happened?" Movie star James Dean said, "They've got to see us," just before slamming his Porsche into another car. I know so many last words. But I will never know hers. ↗

— John Green

#last-words #death

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning. Surely, while we live we are not lost. Oh Janos, Janos my brother! Surely we are not lost--while we live. ↗

— John Hepworth

#death #fiction #hope #last-lines #the-long-green-shore

Maybe you're not his type." Michael said "Oh, now you're just being insulting. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-collins #death

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations. ↗

— John Green

#death #last-words #death

I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#humour #peabody #death

Damn it all to hell and back again, you know very well that was a setup. You bloody well know I couldn't put my hands on her." "Yeah, yeah, sure, sure." Eve shrugged off her coat, tossed it aside. "I know a setup when I see it, and I know your face, ace. I didn't see desire on it, I saw annoyance." "Is that so? Is that bloody well so? Well, if you knew it was just what it was, why did you sucker punch me?" "Mostly?" She turned, cocked a hip. "Because you're a man." Eyes narrowed on her face, he tried to stanch the blood with the back of his hand. "And do you have any sort of idea just how often I might expect your fist in my goddamn face because of my bleeding DNA? ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #roarke #death

How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again. ↗

— Michael Buckley

#last-thoughts #death