Quotes About Dying

Then you should be as willing. I know how poison fascinates you. Surely dying from it will fascinate you, too." Leaning closer, I hiss, "It is a pity you cannot take notes.

It was a familiar feeling. This feeling of being incomplete in just about every sense. An unfinished jigsaw of a human. Incomplete living and incomplete dying.

It seems impossible to live without hurting people. That's because it is. So, why live at all? Well, in fairness, dying hurts people too.

Between them, the fear, the fear shared in common, and, through the fear, the abyss of fear over which they join one another without being able to do so, dying, each alone, of fear.

I'm dying of boredom. Or maybe just dying.

Living is the challenge. Not dying. Dying is so easy. Sometimes it only takes ten seconds to die. But living? That can take you eighty years and you do something in that time.

You're going to go living. Because living is the challenge, Josie. Dying is so easy. Sometimes it only takes ten seconds to die. But living? That can take eighty years and you do something in that time, whether it's giving birth to a baby or being a housewife or a barrister or a soldier. You've accomplished something. To throw that away at such a young age, to have no hope, is the biggest tragedy.

I shake with seizure hysterics panic, I'm moving on all my limbs through bullets dying blood and pain they don't stop they run in among each other killing firing their rifles not a foot away from each other shooting as they are shot all eyes white, white, white.

There is beauty in the world. There is no reason for it to be here. If it's all biology, all eating and getting eaten and the strongest devouring the weakest, then it's madness. Nothing more than madness. It's dying and drowning, and all love is illusion. But there is love, you see. Poor, weak, and broken love—a sign of something from a distant land.

The executive editor of Poultry magazine put the trade-off this way in an editorial: "The prospect of a virulent flu to which we have absolutely no resistance is frightening. However, to me, the threat is much greater to the poultry industry. I'm not as worried about the U.S. human population dying from bird flu as I am that there will be no chicken to eat.

The executive editor of Poultry magazine put the trade-off this way in an editorial: "The prospect of a virulent flu to which we have absolutely no resistance is frightening. However, to me, the threat is much greater to the poultry industry. I'm not as worried about the U.S. human population dying from bird flu as I am that there will be no chicken to eat."3580

faith is an inauguration into a community and into a life of dying, or cruciformity.

Survivors, Ethan had told this last group of boys while his wife listened from the stable, do not quit. Ever. They STOP. They sit, think, observe, and plan. That, boys, is a stop. Anything else is quitting, and quitting is dying. Are you the surviving kind, or the dying kind?

The ceilings of hospital rooms are stained with the oily residue of souls spat out of dying patients' parched mouths. The

It's better to die laughing than to live each moment in fear.

There was no honor in war, less in killing, and none in dying. But there was true dignity in how men comported themselves in battle. And there was always honor to be found in standing for a just cause and defending the defenseless.

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

sin and pride and selfishness is like yeast – they rises overnight. That's why His grace and mercy got to be new and fresh every time the sun gets up. You got no business conducting God's business without dyin' to yourself fresh every mornin'.

There is absolutely no way someone cannot be affected, or cannnot learn vital lessons by being forced to dwell in the margins of a hindering repose as the one loved by so very few." Dying and Loving It

Her mother was unrecognizable to her; it would have been easy to say that the illness had changed her, but it wasn't so simple, was it? Illness and dying had revealed her mother's truer thoughts, the ones her mother had been protecting from her.

Where there's life, death is inevitable. Dying's easy; it's living that's hard. The harder it gets, the stronger the will to live. And the greater the fear of death, the greater the struggle to keep on living.

That night, JoAnn didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to go. She understood, in that quiet hour, things that only people who've walked to the edge know. Dying seemed almost compassionate - a way to escape the living hell. (283)

No'm he aint ill. Not unless laziness is a sickness. If it is, I'd say he's close to dying tomorrow.

Christian living means dying with Christ and rising again. That, as we saw, is part of the meaning of baptism, the starting point of the Christian pilgrimage.