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People who died at the hands of another usually died violently.
I look at it this way; you have two choices. The first is for you to stay impaled and die a slow but agonizing death. The second is that I can end it for you right here and now. Either way, you're going to die,
Suffocation is a cruel way to go.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.
To keep yourself from becoming an instrument of death, you kill?
Death displays nothing if not variety in its methods, which are often surprising and sometimes amusing.
You see mock death in movies every day, but when it really happens, you're not used to it. Most things in life, you get better the more that you do them, but this is one of those things you don't really want to get any better at.
Death by Trivial Pursuits
a noose will serve. Ser Alliser,
Death by drowning, death by snakebite ... death by memory loss, death by claymore ... death by paper cuts, death by whoreknife, death by poker game ... death by authority, death by isolation, death by genocide, death by Kennedy ... death by signature, death by silence ... death by performance
Killing a person with a 8 cm ling blunt knife is a bloody affair ...
Oh, lovely. Improvised suicide.
Here words can kill - literally.
Not that it matters. It didn't kill me. You don't die that easily, but let me tell you, you come close to it. Afterwards, what you went through makes you so clever you wish you could become stupid again, utterly stupid.
Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh.
Pain does not kill.
It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.
Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.
The pain outlives the flesh.
There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.
Any sign of what killed him, Scorch?"
"Let's ask Sev. He's a dead-body-ologist."
[Sev examines the body and its arm falls off]
"Yep, he's dead alright."
"Sure you don't want a second opinion, Doc?"
"Nah, I'm ready go out on a limb.
A struggle is fatally injured not so much by the stumbles of its leaders as by their mumbles
You may pluck out my eyes, but that cannot kill me. You may chop off my nose, but that will not kill me. But blast my belief in God, and I am dead.
The brave man slays with a sword, the craven with a wineskin.
He heard a sickening thunk, his head twisting to the side just in time to see that Darnell had a five-inch-long dart sticking out of his shoulder, its thin metal shaft planted deep within the muscle. Blood trickled down from the wound. The boy made a strange grunt as he collapsed to the ground.
Death, but not for you, gunslinger.
Youth is a mortal wound.
The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally.
Killing rips the soul apart.
If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?
I am not going to kill you. First I'm going to beat on you for a few hours.
Then I might move on to the cutting.
Returning his pen to its holder, he told us, 'I will have him gutted with that scythe. I will hang him by his own intestines.' At this piece of dramatic exposition, I could not hep but roll my eyes. A length of intestines would not carry the weight of a child, much less a full grown man.
Deathpoint collapsed, a bullet wound in his forehead. Dead.
My eyes were still closed when Damian grabbed my left hand, forced it palm-down on the cutting board and WHAM! He severed the tip of my pinky finger off, sliced the top third - nail, bone and all - clean off,
Death is only one of many ways to lose your life.
Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn't impressed.
Three deaths - by snakebite, by explosion, by razor. What next? Death by hot air balloon? Cannon? Trident?
Arya slid her dagger out and drew it across his throat, as smooth as summer silk. His blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well. "Valar morghulis," she whispered as he died.
Let none count themselves wise who have not with the nerves of their imagination felt the pain of the vivisected.
Death by muffin.
How do you accidentally kill a lord in his own manor?'
with a knife to the chest ... well a pair of knives actually, one can never be too careful
What kind of man refers to himself as safely dead?
Death is an art, you know.
I have discovered your great wound. You are dying from this flower blooming on your side.
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
It's just agony then. Not death
Dead like slipped on a bar of soap or like Colonel Mustard in the library with the lead piping?
Some wounds; never reflects on the skin, but kills us slowly from inside.
It's just a flesh wound!
Would it hurt to die?
That last gallop had flayed her raw skin to shreds. "Saddle sores. Trivial hurts, for all that they are mine." His brows rose. "What do you call severe, then?" She staggered away past the beheaded commander. "That.
Part of the bargain of being alive is that one takes a chance at dying a premature or painful death, be it from violence, accident, or disease.
What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.
he swooped in, with the same acts dealing death and deliverance. The point and edge of his spear opened red lips in one bandit's throat. Lifesblood
The old squire died as a gentleman should, of apoplexy, in his armchair, with a decanter at his elbow.
("The Vengeance Of The Dead")
Forgive me. I didn't mean to kill you, Polonius. The blade slipped out of the sheath, and it struck you.
Would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance?
Death by creaming
All too soon this body
Will lie on the ground,
Cast aside, deprived of consciousness,
Like a useless scrap of wood.
I'm on the verge of suicide, so what's murder?
Good-bye
if you hear of my being stood up against a stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease or falling down the cellar stairs.
Words can be arrows that inflict wounds. They can also be bandages that heal.
Hit me with spit on the wounds.
If you are still, no one can hurt you. If you play dead, there is nothing to kill.
The wounded will wound.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Where, indeed. Many a badly stung survivor, faced with the aftermath of some relative's funeral, has ruefully concluded that the victory has been won hands down by a funeral establishment - in disastrously unequal battle.
When he takes the knife to the canvass the servants find him lying dead with a knife through is heart and "withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage." and the portrait "in all the wonders of his exquisite youth and beauty." p 349
He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled.
Either somebody had really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of.
Some people hurt themselves with a blade and others do it with poisonous thoughts
There is no knife that cuts so sharply and with such poisoned blade as treachery.
While his history of depression is compatible with suicide ... and the location and direction of the stab wounds are consistent with self-infliction, several aspects of the circumstances (as they are known at this time) are atypical of suicide and raise the possibility of homicide.
He didn't kill himself because of a single overwhelming problem; he died from a thousand tiny wounds.
If you've been reading the Mortal Instruments for any length of time, you know that only two things are certain: Dead doesn't necessarily mean dead, and you never know whose blood is going to wind up running through your veins.
This was how I was going to die - not in battle, not from the plot of some Council member hell-bent on destroying me, but trampled to death by a bunch of pure-bloods. Of all the ways to die.
I was so going to haunt every last one of them.
God warns before he wounds.
Love is a wound," the assassin said. " Neither life nor death.
Limbs of a dismembered poet.
Remember, men. it is better to wound than to slay, since it takes time to carry an injured man to the rear and sometimes requires two of the enemy rather than one.
The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.
Anyone God uses significantly is always deeply wounded.
In the end what kills is not agony (for agony at least asks something of the soul) but everyday life.
Smiling the boy fell dead.
I am not Death. I am killing; I am the verb, I am the action, I am the performance.
How can you kill a man who'd already been dead for years?
bullet wound will do." Gordon
I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
You don't kill someone you love, do you?
A knife may scar a body, but a careless word will wound a soul.
He is wounded, but he is still the Leopard, still dangerous. His eyes look through you, until they don't. That's when he'll kill you.
I tend the wounded,/and in the tending, wound./Sometimes truly seeing another/is lethal./Loving fully, a bayonet.
hardly had my knife severed the head of each, before the whole body began to melt away and crumble into its native dust, as though the death that should have come centuries ago had at last assert himself and say at once and loud, "I am here!
Death, like virtue, has its degrees.
My organs are dead, my bones are cracked, my skin is a sieve, punctured by pins and needles of pain.
Some kill their love when they are young,
and some when they are old;
some strangle with the hands of lust,
some with the hands of gold:
THE KINDEST USE A KNIFE, because
THE DEAD SO SOON GROW COLD.
The heart of Christ can be seen through the openings of his wounds. For what can prove to me so clearly as your wounds that you, O Lord Jesus, are sweet & mild & plenteous in mercy.
This will not be a gentle prescription for healing, but cautery and the knife. What shall I achieve? That a soul which has conquered so many miseries will be ashamed to worry about one more wound in a body which already has so many scars.