Quotes About Dying

What a nasty act of cruelty, giving a dying man his last wish. Don't you realize he doesn't want it? His real wish is not to die.

I think it's very interesting that [doctors] privilege the self that is saying, "I don't want to die," but want to discount the self that said, "I want to allow natural death in such a situation."

We will glorify war-the world's only hygiene, milliterism, patriotism , the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman

Nancy Mairs, a contemporary thinker about disability and dying, wrests with "the psychological 'undeadness' of the dead—a consolatory consciousness of the beloved as present though elsewhere." Such a conviction reflects faith in death as the end of personal consciousness but the beginning of a translation "into an existence no less authentic for my inability to read it.

Marie de Hennezel, a French psychologist who works with the terminally ill, believes that "the person who can say to someone else 'I am going to die' does not become the victim of death but, rather, the protagonist in his or her own dying.

I no longer fear Death, though I know that I should. I'm strangely at peace with what I used to think of as my enemy. Living seems more the taskmaster of the two, doesn't it? Life is wonderful and beautiful but oh, how hard it can be. Dying, by contrast, is easy and simple, almost gentle. But who can I tell such a thing to? No one. I am troubled by how remarkable this feeling is.

This must be what dying is like. She tried wiggling a bony finger to attract Rhiannon. She wanted to ask her: is this what it was like?

essay on the language of the dying

Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.

For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

Love, is sometimes a simpler form of slowly dying, it's like a bullet that ricochets off time's walls of desire, waiting to hit that picture perfect heart of regrets.

Feelings And emotions Are dying In your heart ………Why you had To try a start?You wantedTo be lonely …But acted Like a fool ….All you had to do Just braking rules Sweet rules of love ……………….

The pain of dying will surely be nothing, for the pain of love is so much stronger and agonizing.

As far as authority is concerned, calm people quietly dying is a lot easier to deal with than angry people fighting for their lives.

Reall. How much of a chance? Thirty-nine percent. What about the other 61 percent? My algorithms show that you have a 61 percent chance of permanently dying the near future, without having any effect of note. I don't feel comforted. You should. A 39 percent chance of changing the world is exponentially greater than most people can ever hope to have.

you are good but you are too emotional the way to whip life is to quietly frame the agony,study it and put it to sleep in the abstract. is there anything less abstract than dying everyday and on the last day?

I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die

We are dying birds we are sinking ships— the world rocks down against us and we throw out our arms and we throw out our legs like the death kiss of the centipede: but they kindly snap our backs and call our poison "politics.

What is stripped away is not our humanity but our idolatries, not faith but our false hopes, not meaning but out illusions. Dying in order to live.

The flu was not a pretty way to die. But then, there really weren't pretty ways to die, unless you were granted that rarest of miracles and died in your sleep.

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

They didn't know the first thing about Diem's tyranny, or the nature of Vietnamese nationalism, or the long colonialism of the French—this was all too damned complicated, it required some reading—but no matter, it was a war to stop the Communists, plain and simple, which was how they liked things, and you were a treasonous pussy if you had second thoughts about killing or dying for plain and simple reasons. I

But Mount Tantiss was gone, destroyed by agents of the New Republic and C'baoth's own madness and treason. And Grand Admiral Thrawn was dead. And the Empire was dying.

It was not death or dying that frightened him, but the unexpectedness of both. In sorting it all out, he hit on the notion that if one day a year were devoted to it, everybody could get it out of the way and the rest of the year would be safe and free. In this manner he instituted National Suicide Day.