Quotes About Dying

If there is anything more heart-breaking than a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from hunger for the light.

If there is anything more poignant than a body agonizing for want of bread, it is a soul dying for hunger of light.

You have done well to come and look at a man who is on the point of death. It is well that there should be witnesses at that moment. One has one's caprices; I should have liked to last until the dawn, but I know that I shall hardly live three hours. It will be night then. What does it matter, after all? Dying is a simple affair. One has no need of the light for that. So be it. I shall die by starlight.

He did not think he discerned God in this manner of dying; let us say the whole, for these petty contradictions of great hearts must be indicated like the rest:

Nina had spent a lot of time with injured or dying people, standing witness, revealing universal pain through individual suffering.

Boss, please!" Winnie was almost crying, too. "Let me die in peace," Keller said, although she didn't realize she was saying it aloud until she heard the words. Then she added, "Don't you cry, Winfrith. You did a good job." "Boss, you're not dying! The blue fire did something - it healed us. We're all okay. But it's almost midnight!

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.

Liraz snorted, caught off guard, and the tension between them ebbed away. "I'm sorry if my almost dying interrupted your almost kissing.

Érase una vez un ángel moribundo tendido entre la bruma. Y un diablo que se arrodillo junto a él y sonrió.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

So you are dying for love, then," Will said finally, his voice sounding constricted to his own ears. 'Dying a little faster for love. And there are worse things to die for.

Luke could only imagine the odd picture they made: the starving vampire, the dying warlock, and the werewolf keeping watch at the window.

Current religiosity and ethics, especially those that replace the story of the cross with demands for social reform, have produced many a theology of glory. It still flourishes along with its attendant despair. There is no cure through the law. It will take some dying. So we are already on the way to the cross.

Everyone, it seems, wants to do God the favor of making him less objectionable. Some say he is not absolute or omnipotent yet but is perhaps in the process of becoming so. Some say he is not infinite, but finite. Some even say he has obliged us all by dying!

During their last years it was as if they lay on one deathbed — the dying hands interlaced by habit, by hatred of each other and love of God, the dying mouths murmuring truths without pity and complaining still.

no matter which end-of-life decisions were made, there are always regrets, there is always that guilt — live parts of me holding onto memories of a dying you dead parts of me holding onto living memories of you

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

his eyes, behind his glasses, were like the eyes of a dying a man who looks everywhere for healing.

his eyes, behind his glasses, were like the eyes of a dying man who looks everywhere for healing.

Bodily discomfort and emotional fear and attachment make the dying uncomfortable and fearful. So, to help those dying people, I think modern medical science has a lot of facilities to reduce pain, or perhaps not to reduce pain, but not to experience pain.

A lot of people fear death because they think that so overwhelming an experience has to be painful, but I've seen quite a few deaths, and, with one exception, I've never known anyone to undergo anything like agony. That's amazing when you think about it. I mean, how complicated the mechanism is that's being taken apart.

When I came to this country in 1958, to be a dying patient in a medical hospital was a nightmare. You were put in the last room, furthest away from the nurses' station. You were full of pain, but they wouldn't give you morphine. Nobody told you that you were full of cancer and that it was understandable that you had pain and needed medication.

The economic situation, the high cost of undertaking manufacturing, the supply chain - which is, by the way, dying out also as manufacturing undergoes hardship - make the U.K. not the first place you would look at to make a manufacturing investment.

Let's face it, life is trivial, and my guess is that dying imparts very little wisdom on those in process.