Quotes About Dying

I am merely a poet dying far from home.

Dying, he has that look dying people get in their eyes sometimes, happy and sad, tired and spiritually blessed, all at the same time.

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

I understood him. He wanted to die at home. He didn't want to be going someplace all the time for the sake of a hopeless hope. He wanted to die as himself out of his life. He didn't want his death to be the end of a technological process.

Whoa! she says as I plow into her. What are you DOING? Get off me! I hang on tight. Can't a girl just hug her big sister? She stops fighting me. Are you dying? Am I dying? Did Grandma die? I laugh. No one died. Then get off!

It's not the dying," Craig told her quietly, "but the manner of it.

Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.

There were stories that the King was dying, that he was already dead, that he had been dead long since, that he was fine.

Nazism appeared to be a dying cause. It had mushroomed on the country's misfortunes; now that the nation's outlook was suddenly bright it was rapidly withering away. Or so most Germans and foreign observers believed.

There in the sweet sacking smell of the mail bags he understood that he was dying, and it pleased him that he was going in the company of so many soft words home.

I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar maker wants us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar doesnot form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.

He thought of Tom dancing with the girl, and he was happy. Sleep came, finally, with the music swelling into the vacuum in his mind where there had been only that high, thin whining. The gramophone spun and he slept, with the letter still in his hand. He had kissed Duggan as he was dying. It had seemed the only thing to do.

Encountering Mick playing with a Slinky was a sight as shocking as seeing his dying uncle.

For a dying man it is not a difficult decision [to agree to become the world's first heart transplant] ... because he knows he is at the end. If a lion chases you to the bank of a river filled with crocodiles, you will leap into the water convinced you have a chance to swim to the other side. But you would not accept such odds if there were no lion.

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

Who shall tell the lady's grief When her Cat was past relief? Who shall number the hot tears Shed o'er her, beloved for years? Who shall say the dark dismay Which her dying caused that day?

I tried. I tried to burn that memory of my regret. But I wasn't dead yet, I was just on my way to dying, and it's harder to burn memories when you've still got life left. When you're alive you have to learn how to live with things like regret.

Put personal ambition away from you, and then you will find consolation in living or in dying, whatever may happen to you.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

It used to be called angor animi – the anguish of the soul – the feeling that some people have, when they are having a heart attack, that they are about to die. Even now, more than thirty years later, I can see very clearly the dying man's despairing expression as he looked at me as I turned away.

ANGOR ANIMI n. the sense of being in the act of dying, differing from the fear of death or the desire for death.

What tormented Ivan Ilyich most was the deception, the lie, which for some reason they all accepted, that he was not dying but was simply ill, and the only need keep quiet and undergo a treatment and then something very good would result.

The answer to old age is to keep one's mind busy and to go on with one's life as if it were interminable. I always admired Chekhov for building a new house when he was dying of tuberculosis.