Quotes About Dying

As for his news conferences about the virus, Trump boasted, as thousands of his fellow citizens were dying, that "the ratings are through the roof according to, of all sources, the Failing New York Times, 'Monday Night Football, Bachelor Finale' type numbers.

As for your half-Fae mate," Wade said. "The Fae can have her after I kill you." "Fuck you." Damn it, if Sean could just make his body obey, he'd break Wade's neck and run off to find Andrea. His body had other ideas, like collapsing, hurting, dying maybe.

I've always had a huge fear of dying or becoming ill. The thing I'm most afraid of, though, is being alone, which I think a lot of performers fear. It's why we seek the limelight - so we're not alone, were adored. We're loved, so people want to be around us. The fear of being alone drives my life.

It's only when I'm awake that I think about dying. I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom Someday. You are all the colours in one, at full brightness. ..the ones who didn't make it and never had a chance. I'm disappearing. Maybe I'm already gone. It's not what you take. It's what you leave.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

I'm a very ordinary man who's worked and fed like everyone else. I'm no longer afraid of dying, but death doesn't seem to want anything to do with me, now that I can see no point in living. I'm afraid he's forgotten me.

Yes! live life with every fibre of one's being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless; all this was revealed to the dying man, as the only courageous and wise attitude possible for a man of science.

When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!

And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee.

Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me?

I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.

I did realise that this job was too grim for most people, all the stinking and leaking and dying. Mine was a peculiar vocation.

Everybody wants more, and everybody should, what . . . should strive for being the best human being she can be. Or he can be. That people make mistakes is part of the sad side of living, along with dying and maiming and all the rest.

The president didn't ask me any questions. But I'm glad he didn't, because I was so shocked watching him that I don't think I could have made a sesible reply.' He turned to look Byrnes squarely in the eye. 'We've been talking to a dying man.

In Paris, AIDS was dismissed as an American phobia until French people started dying; then everyone said, 'Well, you have to die some way or another.' If Americans were hysterical and pragmatic, the French were fatalistic: depressed but determined to keep the party going.

Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.

To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.

I'm not afraid of death but I am afraid of dying.

Be careful of selfish motives. You can mistake them for principles and end up dying for them.

That's the way it is. The intelligence of the mind can't think of any reason to live, but it goes on anyway because the intelligence of the cells can't think of any reason to die

I would prefer to be shot, myself, if I get that sick," Call said. "Once there's no avoiding death I see no point in lingering." Augustus smiled at the comment, and poured himself a little more whiskey. "We're all just lingering, Woodrow," he said. "None of us can avoid dying—though old Scull did the best job of it of any man I know, while that old bandit had him.

In the midst of a hive of customers and clerks, a small boy with blond hair neatly parted on one side stares up into the face of a bronze sculpture. It is Cuchulainn himself---the warrior light. The Hound of Coolan lashed to a boulder with spear drawn. But The Hound is leaning to one side and dying in a public hall of the Dublin Post Office.

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

She's hiding and no one else sees. She's dying and no one else notices.