How is it even when you’re dead you’re the bane of my existence?
God still has a plan, and death isn’t part of it anymore.
God damn you, Sassenach! If you die here now, I swear I’ll kill you.
Everything changes. And nothing changes. People die. More are born. And in between, we exist. I never wanted to do more than that. Just exist.
Everyone leaves unfinished business. That’s what dying is.
Everyone dies. Maybe the only thing that makes it bearable is to find some meaning in it.[to Ramsey]
Everybody dies here. It’s just a rule. Death, taxes, more death. And I don’t pay taxes, so all I know is death.
Even the bravest men fear death.
Doesn’t anyone die in Gotham anymore?
Does death only come for the wicked and leave the decent behind?
Do you know what happens when you die? Nothing. Really, absolutely f***ing nothing. And even once you’ve been dead for a hundred million years, you still haven’t even begun to be dead.
Death’s decisions are final. It’s only the living that are inconstant, and waver, don’t know who they are or what they want. Death is always true.
