Quotes About Dying

The people were less earnest than we, and might think less, but they all looked happy. Supposedly, dying is easier in the south.

The ego being shattered is not what frightens me - that can be useful for writing - but the ego being inflated is sort of like it dying of gout.

I had learned from my own father's death many years ago that the end of one's life and dying are two very different things indeed, and took solace in that.

We play the part of heroes because we're cowards, the part of saints because we're wicked: we play the killer's role because we're dying to murder our fellow: we play at being because we are liars from the moment we're born

I believe that entertainment and amusements are the work of the Enemy to keep dying men from knowing they're dying; and to keep enemies of God from remembering that they're enemies.

You can't take a dying project, sprinkle it with the magic pixie dust of "open source," and have everything magically work out.

With the newspaper strike on, I wouldn't consider dying.

No one is to blame. It is neither their fault nor ours. It is the misfortune of being born when a whole world is dying.

We have someone with us who is dying--someone whose spirit is ready to leave this world, she thought to the tree. But he wants to be with his clan. With his forest. Will you take us?

The total isolation of death. The loneliness of the dying man. That is what I had noticed about my father's death. We loved him but, in the end, we left him and he died alone. Because we were tired. Because it was late. Because there was nothing we could do. We loved him and yet he was on his own.

Have you ever noticed there's no twilight in Africa? [...] It must affect the way the psyche develops. I think it makes people here stronger. No gentle twilight to ease them into the darkness. Maybe it's twilight that makes Westerners so sentimental. They can sit on their porches and watch day recede as night approaches. It gives them time to consider what they're going to lose. It's like dying slowly versus being shot.

Turn your eyes, your wings, your fire To the land across the sea Where dragons are poisoned and dragons are dying And no one can ever be free.

The novel is always pop art, and the novel is always dying. That's the only way it stays alive. It does really die. I've been thinking about that a lot.

The fight of satyagraha is for the strong in spirit, not the doubter or the timid. Satyagraha teaches us the art of living as well as dying.

I don't think theater is dying, and musicals are a great American art form. We've got apple pie, jazz and musical theater.

Just as one must learn the art of killing in the training for violence, so one must learn the art of dying in the training for nonviolence.

The art of dying graciously is nowhere advertised, in spite of the fact that its market potential is great.

That's what makes you so interesting, Fiona. All the male CEOs I meet are press whores. You aren't. And they bore me to extinction. They're dying to have me write about them. You won't give me a five -minute interview, and I won a Pulitzer, for chrissake.

No, I said softly. You have to give it to me. You have to use it on Steve. He's dying. You can't let him die. I most certainly can.

If they decide... to kill you, will you... let them? I won't be able to stop them, I answered. But will you... go quietly? I'm not sure, I sighed. If they'd taken me right after the fight, I'd have gone without a murmur — I was pumped up with adrenaline and wasn't scared of dying. Now that I've calmed down, I'm dreading it. I hope I'll go with my head held high, but I'm afraid I'll cry and beg for mercy.

Ordinary men live in fear all the time. Didn't you know that? We're afraid of the weather, we're afraid of powerful men, we're afraid of the night and the monsters that lurk in the dark, we're afraid of growing old and of dying. Sometimes we're even afraid of living. Ordinary men are afraid almost every minute of their lives.

And how long dost thou expect this dying of thine to persist?' The voice seemed only mildly curious. 'I don't know' I replied through a sudden wave of self pity. 'I've never done it before.

Ordinary men live in fear all the time. Didn't you know that? We're afraid of the weather, we're afraid of powerful men, we're afraid of the night and the monsters that lurk in the dark, we're afraid of growing old and of dying. Sometimes we're even afraid of living. Ordinary men are afraid almost every minute of their lives.

Do this: hate him for me after I die. I beg you. Dying request.