Quotes About Finality

time isn't something you can spread out like butter or jam, and death isn't going to hang around and wait for you to finish whatever you happen to be doing before it zaps you

El hombre siempre muere solo: el momento de la muerte, es el momento más solitario de la vida Ébano - Lalibela 1975

Whiteness is often associated with finality, with the end, with death. In those cultures in which people live with the fear of death, mourners dress in black, to scare death away from themselves, isolate it, confine it to the deceased. But here, where death is regarded as another form, another shape of existence, mourners dress in white and dress the deceased in white: whiteness is here the color of acceptance, consent, of a surrender to fate.

The farther down the road you go the tougher they get and I live at the end of the road!

If today were your final day of this life, would those things causing you stress still do so?

The only time you mustn't fail is the last time you try.

There are words which close a conversation as with an iron door.

Paid the last debt of nature

You cannot unwrite a death that has been written.

When you died, of course, these wrong opinions were all there was left

She did not have time to wonder about his being late. He died bent over the sidewalk sign that stood out in front of the hardware store... He had not even had time to get into the store...

You're dead and you have to accept it.

No more to say, and nothing to weep for

Death does not bow to each person who passes her, does not sweep out her arm respectfully to show the way, speaks no profound words, unlocks no bolts. The key upon her chest is never needed, for the Last Door stands always open. She herds the dead through impatiently, heedless of rank or fame or quality. She has an ever-lengthening queue to get through. A blind procession, inexhaustible.

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit. He

All times are end times for someone.

I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic.

Death is not the end. Death is the credits rolling. The movie was over a while ago.

We can see the mushroom cloud and we are going to die soon, no matter what we do or eat or say. I wish I had known this all along.

Old age: the crown of life, our play's last act.

Of all escape mechanisms, death is the most efficient.

But the tune ends too soon for us all

For, "Yes," he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life.

Dying is the last thing I will ever do.