Eoin Colfer Quotes

Death By A Thousand Cuts

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.

I'm dying always.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

It has always seemed to me that the only painless death must be that which takes the intelligence by violent surprise and from the rear so to speak since if death be anything at all beyond a brief and peculiar emotional state of the bereaved it must be a brief and likewise peculiar state of the subject as well and if aught can be more painful to any intelligence above that of a child or an idiot than a slow and gradual confronting with that which over a long period of bewilderment and dread it has been taught to regard as an irrevocable and unplumbable finality, I do not know it.

At the door of life by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death.

At this very moment,... the most frightful horrors are taking place in every corner of the world. People are being crushed, slashed, disembowelled, mangled; their dead bodies rot and their eyes decay with the rest. Screams of pain and fear go pulsing through the air at the rate of eleven hundred feet per second. After travelling for three seconds they are perfectly inaudible. These are distressing facts; but do we enjoy life any the less because of them? Most certainly we do not.

Man does not fear death, only the suffering.

The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.

What do I dislike about death? Must be the hours.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.

Oh,” she said. “You can rest assured that I will kill him. Mostly this is to emphasize what I said before: no more time to lounge around and decide with no consequences. For every moment you waste deliberating today, the Oak King will be in the hands of my torturers, experiencing the most excruciating pain. Your delay extends that agony.” “Oh, irony,” murmured Dorian.

I thought not only am I going to die, but it's going to be just a torturous death that's going to go on forever.

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

Man torturing man is a fiend beyond description. You turn a corner in the dark and there he is. You congeal into a bundle of inanimate fear. You become the very soul of anesthesia. But there is no escaping him. It is your turn now.

War is hell. You can't photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.

This has been harder for my friends. I know I'm going to die.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

Blood and death. That moves me.

All violence consists in some people forcing others, under threat of suffering or death, to do what they do not want to do.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.