Someone Who Is Dying Quotes by Walter Scott, Mark Twain, William Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, Friedrich Nietzsche, Harriet Beecher Stowe and many others.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I was learning that when you’re with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time.
Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.
Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead?
Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
All say, вЂhow hard it is that we have to die’ — a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one’s own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
