Top Morbid Quotes

Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look...

Why’d you want to kill yourself? Didn’t you feel anything, or didn’t it hurt you? Mandy questioned, looking puzzled. Yes, I suppose it did, … it was strange, it was sharp, that’s all I can think of to...

Morbid Definition

(a.) Not sound and healthful; induced by a diseased or abnormal condition; diseased; sickly; as, morbid humors; a morbid constitution; a morbid state of the juices of a plant.

(a.) Of or pertaining to disease or diseased parts; as, morbid anatomy.

It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.

Of course, if one does not fully trust the promise of God's Kingdom, he will have a hard time taking risks and making sacrifices in this life. A gospel centered around the temporal self - fleeting hap...

Let me tell you a little story. You may have heard it before.It's a story about a butcher named Barry.Once upon a time, in central city, there was a butcher named Barry. Barry loved to chop up meat mo...

What is living? Forging memories. What is dying? Forgetting them.I never die.

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

The ship told you the guilty systems recognizes no innocents. I'd say it does. It recognizes the innocence... only to violate it.

And there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

As it is I crawl on everyday towards the tomb. When I wake in the morning I think first of death, do you?

In de loop van de vijf, zes jaar dat ik in Rusland verbleef, ben ik een paar keer door diverse organisaties en individuen gedood dan wel doodverklaard.

Nobody really wants to be your friend when they discover that you work with dead people.

The only time you were safe was when you were dead.

The room had the rather sinister tedium which some bedrooms have, a sort of weary banality which is a reminder of death. A dressing table can be a terrible thing.

What does it matter what people do? At the end of the day we're all dead.