Quotes About Finality

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

Die at the right time

Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.

My most dear, we have fought many fights together, and this is the last of them and it must be the best. If it is given to men to remember in the life we go to, remember that I loved you, and do not forget that you loved me.

eso es todo, ¡y nada más!»

é isso que nós somos, sem que tenhamos coragem para dizê-lo: um adeus.

The comedy is finished.

Assertion as comfort, certain as death.

Do every act of your life as though it were the very last act of your life.

And thou wilt give thyself relief, if thou doest every act of thy life as if it were the last

Thy only authentic ending is the one provided here: John and Mary die, John and Mary die, John and Mary die.

Nothing safer than dead

It is not my intention to give away the plot; but I think I die at the end.

Wake up! Time to die!

This is the end of this subject for me for a long time.

The last time you're doing something - knowing you're doing it for the last - makes it even more alive than the first.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.

You see, we are all dying. It's only a matter of time. Some of us just die sooner than others.

February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.

I have nothing to fear and here my story ends. My troubles are all over, and I am at home.

She lived in fear of ifonic endings. (91)

In that moment there was no pretense between them, no lingering vestige of reserve or attempt to escape, no denial. It was final and complete.

Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.