Quotes About Finality

Every time I hear that somebody died I think of their body, on a steel table in a morgue somewhere. I think of how they can do nothing about it.

when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.

Gäbe es die letzte Minute nicht, so würde niemals etwas fertig.

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.

Here's a small fact. You are going to die.

Un pequeño detalle: Morirás.

HERE IS A SMALL FACT *** You are going to die.

For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.

I'm compelled to continue on, because although it's not true for every person on Earth, it's true for the vast majority that death waits for no man and if he does, he doesn't usually wait very long.

Un pequeño detalle Morirás.

August este singur pe vîrful unui munte; sînt ultimele sale zile. Poetul spune: "El sta aici si asculta vidul pur. Totul e ciudat, o nalucire. Pe mare (cîndva, August calatorise adesea pe mare) se misca totusi ceva; acolo exista sunet, ceva ce se putea auzi, un cor al apelor. Aici — nimicul se întîlneste cu nimicul într-o absenta fara hotare. Nu-ti ramîne decît sa dai din cap, plin de resemnare.

Sometimes when we see that we only have a few pages left we slow down, savoring each word, staving off the inevitable.

When you read this, I shall be gone. I shall not tell you where I am going, because I do not intend ever to return.

Then he half raised himself from the ground, threw his arms into the air, and fell forward in his side. He was dead.

Die in silence.

Morta la vecchia, debito saldato.

In the end it didn't matter of course.

Not death. Just the end of living.

People die only once. They have no experience to draw on.

DECLINE REMAINS OUR fate; death will someday come.

Death, on the other hand, is the final silence. And that might be coming quickly, now, without regard for whether I had ever spoken what needed to be said, or had only betrayed myself into small silences, while I planned someday to speak, or waited for someone else's words.

He was seeing the final contradiction, the grotesque absurdity at the end of the irrationalists' game

Arby's: If I was about to be killed, I would eat it.