Death Quotes

“Yes, but life and death are lovers, kismet. They always choose each other in the end.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“That’s another type of loneliness—when your deepest truths are locked away and no one but you can hear them.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“I gave you a reason to run last time. This time, I want to give you a reason to stay.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“You all have been running towards me your entire life”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Everyone deserves to die—even that abominable man I cut down only minutes ago.” He kneels across from me and reaches out, caressing the skin that he just so recently healed. “To live is to die,” he adds. “That was the agreement you made when you came into this world. You cannot have one without the other. All your life, all your suffering, all your loss—it was all for this.” He gestures to the dead around us, his wings spreading wide. “You all have been running towards me your entire life.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Every single creature runs from me—except you.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“You’re my captive,” I tell him as he awkwardly pushes himself up to sitting position. His wings lift at his back as he does so. Death’s eyebrows lift. “I’m your … ?” He smirks then. “Captive.” He says the word with relish and perhaps a pinch of humor, and maybe I should stab him again. Just, you know, to remind him of the power dynamics here.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Stars will form and die, and what I feel for you will remain undimmed.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“It’s rude to stare,” I eventually say. “I don’t care about your silly human taboos,” he replies. And he continues staring. And staring.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Lazarus,” he says, his face fierce, “nothing actually goes. It transforms, but transmutation isn’t actually lost or gone at all. You were you before you had a body, and you will still be you when you no longer have one. A caterpillar might become a butterfly—and a human might become a spirit—but it is still the same essence. It has simply been transformed.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“So lay back, kismet, and let me show you what it means to be mine.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“I was so intrigued at the thought of being your captive, Laz, I almost stayed put,” Death whispers against my ear. “But I have work to do.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“You will not stop me today, or tomorrow—you will not stop me ever. But—despite all sense, I think I do enjoy watching you try.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Death and life, caught in an eternal embrace,” he explains. “They look like lovers,” I whisper. “They are lovers.” His eyes find mine, and I swear they can see straight to my soul.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“You are a bastard,” I whisper I feel him grin against my cheek. “I’m your bastard.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“He has yet to realize that you don’t have to cut someone to make them bleed. Take away the most precious thing they have, and they will suffer.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Life and death are lovers, kismet,” he whispers, shifting my hips to align us. “We are lovers. It has always been this way. It will always be this way.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Death’s gaze sharpens. “I want you.” The words rip free from him. Absolute silence follows in their wake. I don’t know who’s more shocked, him or me.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“He smirks. “What about my wings?” he asks. “Shall you bind them too? I’m rather enjoying being tied up for you.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Return to me, kismet. Let me heal those wounds and soothe that ache.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“There, standing over the threshold of the afterlife, are my brothers, their wives.
And Lazarus, my sweet Lazarus.
She opens her arms, and I walk into them.
And once again I am home.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Why did you not start with this human secret?” he says, holding a paperback novel up. I can’t read the title, but by the cover it looks like a murder mystery. “These are utterly amazing,” he says.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“I have craved removing this armor, touching your wings, and running my lips over your bare flesh.” I stop short of mentioning anything else. Death’s eyes have grown hooded. “Then do it, kismet.” I rear back a little. Do it? Death sits very still. Waiting. Reaching out a tentative hand, my fingertips touch one of the velvety wings that rise over his shoulders. Death sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“The only thing that ever helped me was replaying our interactions,” he admits. “And when those ran out, I imagined your voice and a thousand different conversations I might have with you. I yearned to hear my name fall from your lips. I yearned to see your face. To touch your skin.” My breath hitches at his words. While I spent the last year reminding myself of all the reasons why Death was awful, he’d been doing this. He looks me over. “Now that you’re here, however, I have this deep, abiding fear that this isn’t real—that you’ll fade away in the night. And for all my power, I cannot shake the feeling.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“How will seducing Death help anything?” War smirks at me, a humorous gleam in his eyes. “What do you think has stopped each one of us from destroying your world?”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“I don’t understand why, but I want to be close to you, I want to hold you when you say you are cold.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Why does your voice sound like that? And what is that clicking noise that keeps coming from you?” “B-because I’m c-cold,” I say. “N-normally I s-sleep inside—” “Inside was an option,” he cuts in. “—i-in a bed w-with blankets to k-keep me warm.” Thanatos is silent. Surely he’s aware of this. I hear him stalk towards me. When I think he’s within arm’s reach, he kneels down next to me. “Wh-what are you—?” Before I can finish the thought, the horseman is laying his body out alongside mine. He pulls me against him. His armor hasn’t reappeared yet, and I nearly moan at the heat emanating off of him. “You’re shaking again,” he says, alarmed. “B-because I’m c-cold,” I remind him. I can’t see his frown in the darkness, but I feel it all the same. One of his wings comes around me, blanketing me in. And now fantasies about woolen blankets have been sidelined in favor of this. “Better?” he asks softly, his voice like a caress. This is far more intimate than I bargained for. And I like it. I like it so much. I can feel Thanatos’s delicious heat against my back and the warmth from his wing insulating me everywhere else. If I were a cat, I’d be purring. I melt into the horseman’s embrace, all my earlier declarations about him keeping his distance long forgotten. “Mmm,” I murmur.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“This is the part where good people die, taking with them all their love, all their light, all of their spirit.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“I live in fear of the day I hear your stomach speak again,” he says. “I think she hates me more than the rest of you.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come!” I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and the one who sat on it had the name Death, and Hades was following with him.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death