Someone Dying Quotes

I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

It's great the way the old-time directors used to manipulate the hell out of you. You see someone dying and all of a sudden a ghost would come out and they go walking hand in hand up the stairway.

When you see someone dying in front of you from a direct and simple cause, it's easier to deal with [that] than famine or drought or a more indirect cause. It's overwhelming and frightening and kind of distant, but we do see it every day with plants and animals and species dying.

Once you're dead, you're made for life.

No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.

There is nothing which at once affects a man so much and so little as his own death.

Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence . . .

If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.

Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.

Everyone dies but not everyone lives.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

He who doesn't fear death dies only once.

In the long run we are all dead.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relationships with this best and truest friend of mankind that death's image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling, and I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity...of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

Do not seek death. Death will find you.

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

Man dies of cold, not of darkness.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

On a day of burial there is no perspective--for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was--to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead?

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees.

Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

The idea is to die young as late as possible.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

Someone has somewhere commented on the fact that millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.