Quotes About Finality

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

I don't think we have souls. I think death is the end. A lot of people can't bear that idea, but I find it a little restful, really. I'm happy not to feel I'm going on. I don't really want to. I think this life has been plenty. It's just about all anybody could take, really. I'm cheerful about the feeling the end will come -- let it come.

I went to the Protestant cemetery, and it sounds really morbid, but when I came here, I thought that this is where I want to die. I feel spiritually found here.

And if it happens that you cannot go on or turn back and you find yourself where you will be at the end, tell yourself in that final flowing of cold through your limbs that you love what you are. — Mark Strand, from "Lines for Winter," Selected Poems . (Knopf September 26, 1990)

If you have intercourse you run the risk of dying and the ramifications of death are final.

At one point he decided enough was enough.

Folks always look good in their coffins.

I've decided I don't like books that end with 'The End'. The fact that there are no more pages, suggests to me that the book has ended.

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

Once I retire, I'm retiring. I'm done.

I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

Life would be a great deal easier if dead things had the decency to remain dead.

Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.

Death is life's way of telling you you're fired.

But excuses didn't mean anything in the end. What _actually happened_ in the end was what mattered.

But excuses didn't mean anything in the end. What actually happened in the end was what mattered.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.

The child is dead. There is nothing left to know.

Dead. It sounds final but it's a word missing an ing.

we are, everyone of us, in arrears to death.

You, my lord, are the ending of all true stories.

Death is the ending of all true stories.

Why do people kill themselves? I think they do it when they can no longer find a reason to keep going. When nothing in heir lives is good enough to balance out the bad. And they do it when they no longer have the courage to carry on past some recent painful experience. They commit what is, in the end, a desperate, final call for help, that is hopefully heard in time by someone else. And what if it's not heard in time? I ask although I know the answer. Then they die.