Dying Quotes

More are men's ends marked than their lives before.The setting sun, the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

And the camel driver had said, to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.

One should part from life as Ulysses parted from Nausicaa-- blessing it rather than in love with it.

Life is death we're lengthy at

The last good time always comes

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.

And all the while one spirit uttered this, The other one did weep so, that, for pity, I swooned away as if I had been dying, And fell, even as a dead body falls.

As long as I have a want I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.

I care not a man can die but once we owe God a death.

I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

In Heaven all the interesting people are missing.

It is a far far better thing that I do than anything I have ever done it is a far far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.

One short sleep past will wake eternally And death shall be no more Death thou shalt die.

The question is whether suicide is the way out or the way in.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve immortality through not dying.

No 'tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door but 'tis enough 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered I warrant for this world.

There may be little or much beyond the grave But the strong are saying nothing until they see.

You can lose a man like that by your own death but not by his.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me - The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.

Most people would die sooner than think in fact they do.

Death be not proud though some have called Thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.

I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns.

Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee.

I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.

Every man must do two things alone he must do his own believing and his own dying.

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.

Dreams, just dreams, it's all illusion

Each man lives in his own universe and when he dies the world is over

I live nearby a graveyard, that's where I get all my inspiration for wisdom and life

The dead only knows their world.

Although it's great to appear to a feast, home is always sweet, though it may be lonely and cold like death

It's a harrowing experience to see death approaching in haste towards you, what is hell but confronting your own mortality

The world slides, the world goes, and death makes equal the rich and the poor

Though we are terrorized by death, it's not different from birth, it just happens

We die a day at a time

Top question of the dying: "What made me sick?

What will be your death note?

Do I have anything to lose? This life will be gone one day to the Creator who gave it.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

We have already said more goodbyes than are necessary. Those were goodbyes that brought about the end of partings. We taught each other that no parting is possible.

Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!