Dying Quotes

#1. Suddenly, this word fills me with a sense of sadness I haven't felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds are all dried up and the plants are wilted. It's no longer really summer but the air is still too warm and heavy to be fall. It's the season between seasons. It's the feeling of something dying. #Quote by Augusten Burroughs

#2. Somewhere in the process I started writing toward an answer to the question I wake up with every morning and go to bed with every night. How do I find hope on a dying planet, and if there is no hope to be found, how do I live in its absence? In what state of being? Respect? Tenderness? Unmitigated love? The rich and sometimes deeply clarifying dreamscape of vast inconsolable grief? #Quote by Pam Houston

#3. I felt torn
Between living and dying
Between sleeping and surviving. #Quote by Stacy Morris

#4. I wanted to see my family, even if it meant dying with them. #Quote by Ishmael Beah

#5. Sometimes the fog in his eyes would clear, that fog caused by the pain and the killers of pain, and when it cleared, I saw regret and fear in those eyes swimming with tears and I was convinced that this was it, this was the end, this was surely the end. #Quote by Tony Parsons

#6. That tragic kind of love is the kind that consumes you until you can't do anything but live and breathe it. When you have that kind of love, you know you've found what true love is all about. So really, when you think about it, dying for the person you love isn't all that tragic at all. #Quote by Emma Hart

#7. Lovers, like dying men, may well
At first disorder'd be,
Since none alive can truly tell
What Fortune they must see. #Quote by Sir Charles Sedley, 5th Baronet

#8. Honest listening is one of the best medicines we can offer the dying and the bereaved. #Quote by Jeanie Jenny Cameron

#9. The idea of dying and coming back is what makes the Halloween films work. #Quote by Donald Pleasence

#10. Silver's sweet and gold's our mother, but once you're dead they're worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying. #Quote by George R R Martin

#11. A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle.
"It's a place for burying dead folk," I say.
Her eyes widen. "A place for doing what?"
"Don't people die in space?" I ask.
"Yeah," she says. "But we burn them. We don't put them in holes." She crosses her arms around herself, mouth and forehead frowning, peering around at the graves. "How can this be sanitary? #Quote by Patrick Ness

#12. ...And how that girl did talk against time to make us think she was crazy about her Louie. She called attention to his honesty and his ability and his nose and the shape of his feet and his blue blood and his energy and what-have-you, and all the time, I was dying to quote that smart old Billy Shakespeare who was just as wordy as she was: 'Methinks the lady doth protest too much. #Quote by Bess Streeter Aldrich

#13. Whether V. be the eternal feminine of Goethe or the great Goddess of Graves, symptom or cause of the chaos of the twentieth century, blighter or ghastly redeemer of the waste land, Western Civilization, as Pynchon sees it, is caught in a dying fall. Randomly dispersed natural energies, creeping inanimateness, rampant colonialism and racism, expiring romanticism, perverted sexuality, degenerate politics, and holocaustic wars have turned the Western world into a waste land. #Quote by Joseph W. Slade

#14. One day he would finish the job of dying he'd begun in childhood/ #Quote by Gregory Maguire

#15. In the depths of his soul Ivan Ilyich knew that he was dying ... he simply did not, he could not possibly understand it. The example of a syllogism he had studied in Kiesewetter's logic - Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal
had seemed to him all his life to be correct only in relation to Caius, but by no means himself. For the man Caius, man in general, it was perfectly correct; but he was not Caius and not man in general, he had always been quite, quite separate from all other human beings ... And Caius is indeed mortal, and it's right that he die, but for me, Vanya, Ivan Ilyich, with all my feelings and thoughts
for me it's another matter. And it cannot be that I should die. It would be too terrible.
So it felt to him. #Quote by Leo Tolstoy

#16. Dying was and easy thing to accomplish, effortless in its agony. It was living that was hard, requiring endless toil and labor, and for all one's efforts, it could be stolen in an instant. #Quote by Danielle L. Jensen

#17. Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death. #Quote by Socrates

#18. As Montaigne wrote, observing late-sixteenth-century life, To die of age is a rare, singular, and extraordinary death, and so much less natural than others: it is the last and extremest kind of dying. #Quote by Atul Gawande

#19. Maybe I'll remove dying from my list of tasks to do this week. #Quote by Brandon Sanderson

#20. Dying may be the way of all things flesh, but living is too. Never let death shroud life with fear. Live beyond it, lad. Only then can the memory of those ye've loved and lost be rightly honored. #Quote by Micheline Ryckman

#21. Wished they could all be in heaven now, with no more death or dying or worries about which career path to take, which guy to love. Life can be so hard. #Quote by Karen Kingsbury

#22. Living is not good, but living well.
the wise man lives as well as he should, not as long as he could ...
he will always think of life in terms of quality; not quantity ...
dying early or late is of no relevance, dying well or ills ...
even if it is true that while there is life there is hope, life is not to be at any cost. #Quote by Seneca.

#23. We drove down Corydon avenue towards my mother's apartment. How are you doing, she asked me? Fine, fine, I said. I wanted to tell her that I felt I was dying from rage and that I felt guilty about everything and that when I was a kid I woke up every morning singing, that I couldn't wait to leap out of bed and rush out of the house into the magical kingdom that was my world, that dust made visible in sunbeams gave me real authentic joy, that my sparkly golden banana-seated bike with the very high sissy bar took my breath away, the majesty of it, that it was mine, that there was no freer soul in the world than me at age nine, and that now I wake up every morning reminding myself that control is an illusion, taking deep breaths and counting to ten trying to ward off panic attacks and hoping that my own hands hadn't managed to strangle me while I slept. #Quote by Miriam Toews

#24. He was just a sixteen-year old boy who had been killed, a kid whose photo had been in the paper, a kid who would mostly be forgotten by the time the newspaper went into the garbage-yet he was the universe, all the dying, all the crying. He was everyone who had ever died young. #Quote by Nancy Springer

#25. More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing I'd never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying out loud to him in the street - which was, of course, I love you. #Quote by Donna Tartt

#26. There have been many articles about the top regrets that people have when they're dying. They are always, "I missed the ordinary moments." We miss those ordinary moments, and yet, that's what we're trying to distract ourselves from at the same time. #Quote by Geneen Roth

#27. Courage is continuing to perform your daily tasks, and being hopeful despite the odds, not inflicting your fears on others, and remaining sensitive to their needs and expectations, and also not supposing, because you're dying, nothing matters any more. #Quote by Leonard Michaels

#28. To die is but to leave off dying and do the thing once for all. #Quote by Samuel Butler

#29. Google is one of the most incredible breakthroughs that we have today. Yes, it can scare a lot of patients, thinking we're all dying because we look up something on Google. But there's also a lot of anecdotal information from parents, firsthand accounts of what they did for their own child. #Quote by Jenny McCarthy

#30. It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time. #Quote by James Boswell

#31. The existential paradox we all experience; we feel that we are immortal, yet we know that we will die. #Quote by Calvin Trillin

#32. I'm not surprised people are being slaughtered, people are being martyred. Our hope isn't in this world as believers, it's in the eternity. To be absent of body is to be present with the Lord, so they are dying for something that is real and will last forever. #Quote by Russell Okung

#33. We don't die so much as we return to the void. We dissolve. We lose our ego. We change from being just one thing to becoming everything. Most of us, at least. #Quote by R.F. Kuang

#34. Other than dying, I think puberty is probably about as rough as it gets. #Quote by Rick Springfield

#35. Of course there are people who think of 'heaven' as a kind of pie-in-the-sky dream of an afterlife to make the thought of dying less awful. No doubt that's a problem as old as the human race. #Quote by N. T. Wright

#36. Andrew warned me to leave before you got here, but you're early."
"I am, sorry. Lola offered me a lift, and taking Cindy Crawford is better than a bus, even if it means almost dying."
They both stared at me. Andrew put his arm around me and chuckled. "Mom, Cindy Crawford is Lola's car."
She put her hand to her heart. "Oh. #Quote by N.R. Walker

#37. Fashion is entertainment. That's why these top models are so fascinating to kids. They're dying to know about Naomi and Christy, or whoever we've declared the new one this afternoon. #Quote by Carrie Donovan

#38. She's so thin she's either dying or rich. #Quote by Chuck Palahniuk

#39. It's not until you're an adult you appreciate how awesome a dog is. Your dreams start dying, somebody cheats on ya, bankers fuck up your 401k, ya know? Then you come home and that dog's looking at you and he's like, 'Dude, you're awesome!' It's like, 'No dude, YOU are fucking awesome! #Quote by Bill Burr

#40. Always, some great culture is dying to enrich the soil of new harvests, some civlization is crumbling to rubbish to be the hill of a more beautiful city, some race is spending itself that a lower and more barbarous world may inherit its stored treasure house. #Quote by George Edward Woodberry

#41. Patriotism does not mean that you think your country is perfect, or blameless, or even particularly likeable on balance; nor does it mean that you serve it blindly, go where it tells you to go and kill whom it tells you to kill. It means that you are committed to keeping it alive and making it better, that you will do whatever seems necessary (up to and including dying) to protect it whenever you, personally, perceive a mortal threat to it, military or otherwise. #Quote by Spider Robinson

#42. When he arrived, he found that the two most important women in his life - his mother and his young wife - were dying. At 3:00 a.m. on February 14, Valentine's Day, Martha Roosevelt, still a vibrant, dark-haired Southern belle at forty-six, died of typhoid fever. Eleven hours later, her daughter-in-law, Alice Lee Roosevelt, who had given birth to Theodore's first child just two days before, succumbed to Bright's disease, a kidney disorder. That night, in his diary, Roosevelt marked the date with a large black "X" and a single anguished entry: "The light has gone out of my life. #Quote by Candice Millard

#43. I don't believe in God, so I'm not afraid of dying. #Quote by B.F. Skinner

#44. Somebody said my name, asked if I was okay. I didn't answer, the sound of the commotion dying around me as the heavy monkey of sleep rested its warm, hairy ass on my eyelids. #Quote by David Wong

#45. Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down. #Quote by Woody Allen

#46. A terrible thing about getting oldish is that your friends start dying, and in the last ten years I have lost seven or eight of my closest. #Quote by Norman MacCaig

#47. I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York with its millions and millions hustling forever for a buck among themselves, the mad dream-grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so they could be buried in those awful cemetery cities beyond Long Island City. #Quote by Jack Kerouac

#48. Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no. #Quote by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#49. Now tequila may be the favored beverage of outlaws but that doesn't mean it gives them preferential treatment. In fact, tequila probably has betrayed as many outlaws as has the central nervous system and dissatisfied wives. Tequila, scorpion honey, harsh dew of the doglands, essence of Aztec, crema de cacti; tequila, oily and thermal like the sun in solution; tequila, liquid geometry of passion; Tequila, the buzzard god who copulates in midair with the ascending souls of dying virgins; tequila, firebug in the house of good taste; O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate! #Quote by Tom Robbins

#50. From then on it was war between them. Spitz, as lead-dog and acknowledged master of the team, felt his supremacy threatened by this strange Southland dog. And strange Buck was to him, for of the many Southland dogs he had known, not one had shown up worthily in camp and on trail. They were all too soft, dying under the toil, the frost, and starvation. Buck was the exception. He alone endured and prospered, matching the husky in strength, savagery, and cunning. Then he was a masterful dog, and what made him dangerous was the fact that the club of the man in the red sweater had knocked all blind pluck and rashness out of his desire for mastery. He was preeminently cunning, and could bide his time with a patience that was nothing less than primitive. #Quote by Jack London

#51. One mind awake can become stronger than a thousand zombies sleepwalking in a dying civilization. #Quote by Alex Smith

#52. A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half remembered glory #Quote by John Steinbeck

#53. Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain? #Quote by Jessica Dubroff

#54. The past is a dark house, and we have only torches with dying batteries. It's probably best not to spend too much time in there in case the rotten floor gives way beneath our feet. #Quote by Mal Peet

#55. I saw her dying on the screen, and I had to fight the urge to turn it off, because it was just so easy to do that and not deal with it--to let her be some distant problem I didn't have to acknowledge. #Quote by Drew Magary

#56. She thought of what she had told Hagen earlier, that he had been dying since his wife passed away, and his body hadn't caught on yet. When she was younger, she had been angry at her dad, thinking she wasn't enough to keep him around. But now she felt like he had known too well that he was in a piece of weaving that was unraveling, that the world was unmaking itself, and he just didn't want to witness it. #Quote by Veronica Roth

#57. He was astonished at how calm he found he was. Fear of death had always energised him, making him move far more quickly than his body should have been capable of, accelerating his reactions and his thought process to a quite incredible level. This time, though, he only thought, Oh, and realised that he didn't really care all that much. He could feel his responsibilities, the love of others towards him, the unfulfilled possibilities; they were like a child's hand trying to pull him up, doing its best but simply not strong enough for the job. Above all, there was no blame. I tried to climb a wall, but I couldn't, and there it is. #Quote by K.J. Parker

#58. Before I took to the road, a friend tried to get me to go to a department store with him. He said it was to improve the place where I lived. He said," I want to know you are reading beneath this lamp. " This fellow was dying. He knew it and I did not. I think he was tucking me in. He was making sure all of his friends had the right lamps, the comfiest pillows, the softest sheets. He was tucking us all in for the night. #Quote by Amy Hempel

#59. A silence followed, while the two men contemplated dying for love. #Quote by Damon Galgut

#60. Think what you like. There are people who die by remaining alive and others who gain life by dying. #Quote by Eiji Yoshikawa

#61. Who are we in moments of crisis or despair? Do we become deeper, truer selves, or lift up and away from a self, untethered from regular meanings like moths suddenly drawn toward heat or light? Are we better people when someone might be dying, and if so, why? Are we weaker, or stronger? Are we beautiful, or abject? Serious, or cartoon? Do we secretly long for death to remind us we are alive? #Quote by Lidia Yuknavitch

#62. And I take this opportunity to declare, that ... I will to my dying day oppose, with all the powers and faculties God has given me, all such instruments of slavery on the one hand, and villainy on the other, as this writ of assistance is. It appears to me ... the worst instrument of arbitrary power, the most destructive of English liberty, and the fundamental principles of the constitution, that ever was found in an English law-book. #Quote by James Otis

#63. Not every artist has to make a living making art. Millions of people who play guitar would do well to keep their day jobs. Plenty of people make incredible art "on the side". William Faulkner wasn't any less of an artist for writing As I lay Dying on the back of a wheelbarrow during breaks in his job shoveling coal for the electric company. #Quote by Michael Gungor

#64. It would take a while for me to realise that each of my children had given me as much as they took. My memories of them, bittersweet and constant, were as powerful as a physical presence. And because of that, as a bus bore me into the heart of a city I did not know, while my last child was dying in Lagos and the country was unraveling, I was not afraid because I was not alone. #Quote by Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀

#65. As I continued through the streets, through the smoke of the burnings and the rubble of the fires and explosions
for during the chaos of the quarantine parts of the city had become something like war zones
my heart began to perceive that there was a wound in the material world that no amount of science could heal, that in fact science itself was only the helpful lie told to a dying man. #Quote by Tad Williams

#66. Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror #Quote by William Shakespeare

#67. You'll understand what life is if you think about the act of dying. When I die, how will I be different from the way I am right now? In the first moments after death, my body will be scarcely different in physical terms than it was in the last seconds of life, but I will no longer move, no longer sense, nor speak, nor feel, nor care. It's these things that are life. At that moment, the psyche takes flight in the last breath. #Quote by Aristotle.

#68. 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. #Quote by Darren Shan

#69. The short sharp shock of three thousand mother two hundred mothers. The ones who picked through the supermarket debris for pieces of their dead husbands. The ones who still laundered their gone son's bed sheets by hand. The ones who kept an extra teacup at the end of the table, in case of miracles. The elegant ones, the angry ones, the clever ones, the ones in hairnets, the ones exhausted by all the dying. They carried their sorrow - not with photos under their arms, or with public wailing, or by beating their chests, but with a weariness around the eyes. Mothers and daughters and children and grandmothers, too. They never fought the wars, but they suffered them, blood and bone. #Quote by Colum McCann

#70. Until you find something worth dying for, you're not really living. #Quote by Rebecca St. James

#71. They all shared Stan's personal allegiance to the famous old saying: War is not about dying for your country. It's about making the other guy die for his. #Quote by Lee Child

#72. In Rome on the Campo dei Fiori
Baskets of olives and lemons,
Cobbles spattered with wine
And the wreckage of flowers.
Vendors cover the trestles
With rose-pink fish;
Armfuls of dark grapes
Heaped on peach-down.

On this same square
They burned Giordano Bruno.
Henchmen kindled the pyre
Close-pressed by the mob.
Before the flames had died
The taverns were full again,
Baskets of olives and lemons
Again on the vendors' shoulders.

I thought of the Campo dei Fiori
In Warsaw by the sky-carousel
One clear spring evening
To the strains of a carnival tune.
The bright melody drowned
The salvos from the ghetto wall,
And couples were flying
High in the cloudless sky.

At times wind from the burning
Would drift dark kites along
And riders on the carousel
Caught petals in midair.
That same hot wind
Blew open the skirts of the girls
And the crowds were laughing
On that beautiful Warsaw Sunday.

Someone will read as moral
That the people of Rome or Warsaw
Haggle, laugh, make love
As they pass by martyrs' pyres.
Someone else will read
Of the passing of things human,
Of the oblivion
Born before the flames have died.

But that day I thought only
Of the loneliness of the dying,
Of how, when Giordano
Climbed to his burning
There were no words
In any h #Quote by Czesław Miłosz

#73. The soldiers in Iraq are fighting, suffering and dying ... anonymously and pointlessly, while the rest of us are free to buckle ourselves into the family vehicle and head off to the malls and shop. #Quote by Bob Herbert

#74. We are the centuries... We have your eoliths and your mesoliths and your neoliths. We have your Babylons and your Pompeiis, your Caesars and your chromium-plated (vital-ingredient impregnated) artifacts. We have your bloody hatchets and your Hiroshimas. We march in spite of Hell, we do – Atrophy, Entropy, and Proteus vulgaris, telling bawdy jokes about a farm girl name of Eve and a traveling salesman called Lucifer. We bury your dead and their reputations. We bury you. We are the centuries. Be born then, gasp wind, screech at the surgeon's slap, seek manhood, taste a little godhood, feel pain, give birth, struggle a little while, succumb: (Dying, leave quietly by the rear exit, please.) Generation, regeneration, again, again, as in a ritual, with blood-stained vestments and nail-torn hands, children of Merlin, chasing a gleam. Children, too, of Eve, forever building Edens – and kicking them apart in berserk fury because somehow it isn't the same. (AGH! AGH! AGH! – an idiot screams his mindless anguish amid the rubble. But quickly! let it be inundated by the choir, chanting Alleluias at ninety decibels.) #Quote by Walter M. Miller Jr.

#75. The constant recollection of death is the test of human conduct. #Quote by Marcus Aurelius

#76. For them it's out-of-date and outmoded to perform miracles; teaching the people is too like hard work, interpreting the holy scriptures is for schoolmen and praying is a waste of time; to shed tears is weak and womanish, to be needy is degrading; to suffer defeat is a disgrace and hardly fitting for one who scarcely permits the greatest of kings to kiss the toes of his sacred feet; and finally, death is an unattractive prospect, and dying on a cross would be an ignominious end. #Quote by Desiderius Erasmus

#77. He - that's Simon Bolivar - was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. Damn it," he sighed. "'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!'
"So what's the labyrinth?" I asked her.
"That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape - the world or the end of it? #Quote by John Green

#78. They'll be coming for you, Mr. Jones. They'll be coming any moment now. I hate to say this, but I must. It is my duty to warn you what will happen to you, an enemy spy. You'll be tortured, Mr. Jones - not simply everyday tortures like pulling out your teeth and toe-nails, but unspeakable tortures I can't mention with Miss Ellison here - and then you'll finish in the gas chambers. If you're still alive.'

Mary clutched his arm. 'Would they - would they really do that?'

'Good God, no!' Smith stared at her in genuine surprise.

'What on earth would they want to do that for?' He raised his voice again: 'You'll die in a screaming agony, Mr. Jones, an agony beyond your wildest nightmares. And you'll take a long time dying. Hours. Maybe days. And screaming. Screaming all the time.'

'What in God's name am I to do?' The desperate voice from above was no longer quavering, it vibrated like a broken bed-spring. 'What can I do?'

'You can slide down that rope,' Smith said brutally. 'Fifteen feet. Fifteen little feet, Mr. Jones. My God, you could do that in a pole vault.'

'I can't.' The voice was a wail. 'I simply can't.'

'Yes, you can,' Smith urged. 'Grab the rope now, close your eyes, out over the sill and down. Keep your eyes closed. We can catch you.'

'I can't! I can't!'

'Oh God!' Smith said despairingly. 'Oh, my God! It's too late now.'

'It's too - what in heaven's name do you me #Quote by Alistair MacLean

#79. The truth, as I see it, is that if black men and women, black boys and girls, mattered, if we were seen as living, we would not be dying simply because whites don't like us. Our deaths inside a system of racism existed before we were born. The legacy of black bodies as property and subsequently three-fifths human continues to pollute the white imagination. To inhabit our citizenry fully, we have to not only understand this, but also grasp it. #Quote by Jesmyn Ward

#80. What could be worse? Dying, and not being missed. #Quote by Louise Penny

#81. There are more people dying of malaria than any specific cancer. #Quote by Bill Gates

#82. Dying for someone is easy." J.T. murmured now; as if reading my mind."Living for yourself, that's hard. #Quote by Lisa Gardner

#83. I used to be afraid of dying. Now I'm afraid of not living. There's a difference. We go through life planning for a future, but sometimes that future never comes. #Quote by Neal Shusterman

#84. Endings matter, not just for the person but, perhaps even more, for the ones left behind. #Quote by Atul Gawande

#85. I've got so much inside me I have no idea about. I'm like the mayor of a city I've never seen."

He smiles at my phrasing. "If you knew the kind of little miracles happening every moment you breathe in, you wouldn't be able to handle it. A valve could close and not open; an artery could split, you could die. At any moment. It's nothing but miracles inside your tiny city." He presses a kiss to my temple.

"Holy shit." I clutch at him.

"You wouldn't believe the stats on people who go to bed one night and never wake up. Normal, healthy people who aren't even old."

"Why would you tell me this? Is this what you think about?"

There's the longest pause. "I used to. Not so much anymore."

"I think I preferred it when I thought I was full of white bones and red goo. Why am I now thinking about dying tonight?"

"Now you see why I can't do small talk. #Quote by Sally Thorne

#86. Ni muer ni viu ni no guaris,
Ni mal no·m sent e si l'ai gran,
Quar de s'amor no suy devis,
Ni no sai si ja n'aurai ni quan,
Qu'en lieys es tota le mercés
Que·m pot sorzer o decazer."

"Not dying nor living nor healing,
there is no pain in my sickness,
for I am not kept from her love.
I don't know if I will ever have it,
for all the mercy that makes me flourish or decay is in her power. #Quote by Deborah Harkness

#87. Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying #Quote by Gerard Way

#88. Well, we're all dying in increments. I don't mind people knowing what I look like, but I don't want them thinking I'm dying. #Quote by Roger Ebert

#89. Is this dying? Is this all? Is this what I feared when I prayed against a hard death? Oh, I can bear this! I can bear this! #Quote by Cotton Mather

#90. For I say to you in all the sadness of conviction, that to think great thoughts you must be heroes as well as idealists. Only when you have worked alone – when you have felt around you a black gulf of solitude more isolating than that which surrounds the dying man, and in hope and in despair have trusted to your own unshaken will – then only will you have achieved. Thus only can you gain the secret isolated joy of the thinker, who knows that, a hundred years after he is dead and forgotten, men who have never heard of him will be moving to the measure of his thought – the subtle rapture of a postponed power, which the world knows not because it has no external trappings, but which to his prophetic vision is more real than that which commands an army. #Quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

#91. Why do we as humans always tend to remember the worse things about people? We may know someone for many years, know them as vibrant and healthy, yet when they fall ill and pass away, we can only picture them at their sickest, as though they were born and lived their whole lives wearing a death mask. #Quote by K. Martin Beckner

#92. In the dying days of the Gzilt civilisation, before its long-prepared-for elevation to something better and the celebrations to mark this momentous but joyful occasion, one of its last surviving ships encountered an alien vessel whose sole task was to deliver a very special party-goer to the festivities. #Quote by Iain M. Banks

#93. It was during this terrible night that the three wounded died, and the jeeps froze solid. #Quote by Pat Frank

#94. You can walk into your room after walking out through the door, but you cannot come out of your grave after being buried into the soil. #Quote by Michael Bassey Johnson

#95. I would not give the ashes of a rye straw for any religion that was not worth living for and that was not worth dying for; and I would not give much for the man that was not willing to sacrifice his all for the sake of his religion. #Quote by Lorenzo Snow

#96. I remember the shift that occurred after Abby was born - there'd been the great big before, where dying grandparents and natural disasters on the news were sad but mostly distant concerns. But then I became a mother, and when that happens, you cross a line that makes all loss a crushing, personal matter. #Quote by DEB CALLETI

#97. Later, on the night that she and her beloved were slaughtered, when her eyes latched onto the crawl space where she had hidden their heir, their future, the only thing that was greater than the two of them . . . she would have as her last dying thought that it was all meant to be. Whether the tragedy or the luck, all of it had been predetermined, and it had started here, in this instant, as the King's fingers intertwined with her own and the two of them became locked one into the other, for eternity. #Quote by J.R. Ward

#98. If you've only just arrived(and the fact that you've only just arrived is obvious the moment you open your mouth to ask for something), if you don't know where you are,or how things work in a place,or how your'e supposed to behave, people can easily take advantage of you.One thing I wanted to avoid (one among many others, like dying) was people taking advantage of me. #Quote by Fabio Geda

#99. See, this is why I hate Google. You come across one site, match one symptom, and all of a sudden you're dying of carbon monoxide poisoning or cancer of the big toe. #Quote by K.J. McPike

#100. Living, naturally, is never easy. You continue making the gestures commanded by existence for many reasons, the first of which is habit. Dying voluntarily implies that you have recognized, even instinctively, the ridiculous character of that habit, the absence of any profound reason for living, the insane character of that daily agitation and the uselessness of suffering. #Quote by Albert Camus

#101. When people are dying, bureaucracy should be thrown out of the water. #Quote by Ray Nagin

#102. Dying to be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing. #Quote by Anita Moorjani

#103. It is a man dying with his harness on that angels love to escort upward. #Quote by Henry Ward Beecher

#104. But three, now, Christ three A.M.! Doctors say the body's at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You're the nearest to dead you'll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot! #Quote by Ray Bradbury

#105. This nothingness into which the West is sliding is not the natural end, the dying, the sinking of a flourishing community of peoples. Instead, it is again a specifically Western nothingness: a nothingness that is rebellious, violent, anti-God, and antihuman. Breaking away from all that is established, it is the utmost manifestation of all the forcesopposed to God. It is nothingness as God; no one knows its goal or its measure. Its rule is absolute. It is a creative nothingness[113] that blows its anti-God breath into all that exists, creates the illusion of waking it to new life, and at the same time sucks out its true essence[114] until it soon disintegrates into an empty husk and is discarded. Life, history, family, people, language, faith - the list could go on forever because nothingness spares nothing - all fall victim to nothingness.[115] #Quote by Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#106. People naturally pay their respects to the dead. The person had, after all, just accomplished the personal, profound feat of dying. #Quote by Haruki Murakami

#107. Kiernan told me-" Tears I hadn't even felt coming on suddenly began streaming down my cheeks. I had to swallow a sob before I could continue. "He told me he was sorry for-for loving me. He was s-sorry because," a deep breath helped me regain some of my waning control, "he didn't want to hut me. His biggest fear was the pain he'd cause those he cared about after he was gone. But I think we can all agree that knowing Kiernan for even a single day was worth a lifetime of grief #Quote by Jamie Canosa

#108. (D.L. Moody, who said in his dying days)In a little while you will read in the newspaper that I am dead. Do not believe a word of it, for I will be more alive than ever before. #Quote by Karen Kingsbury

#109. Hazel Grace, like so many children before you - and I say this with great affection - you spent your Wish hastily, with little care for the consequences. The Grim Reaper was staring you in the face and the fear of dying with your Wish still in your proverbial pocket, ungranted, led you to rush toward the first Wish you could think of, and you, like so many others, chose the cold and artificial pleasures of the theme park. #Quote by John Green

#110. Among other things they picked out a detail that Charles had been offered the Governorship of Hong Kong in its dying days by Thatcher in return for shutting up about the inner cities. He quite rightly in my view led the paper on this story. #Quote by Anthony Holden

#111. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world. #Quote by John Steinbeck

#112. Bound and helpless to do anything but moan, she gave in to the unraveling until she fell apart with a pleasure so intense it felt like dying, like the universe had ceased to exist because nothing could ever be this perfect again. #Quote by Nicolette Hugo

#113. I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks. #Quote by Karen Marie Moning

#114. maternal love, the most successful object of the religious imagination of romantic art. For the most part real and human, it is yet entirely spiritual, without the interest and exigency of desire, not sensuous and yet present: absolutely satisfied and blissful spiritual depth. It is a love without craving, but it is not friendship; for be friendship never so rich in emotion, it yet demands a content, something essential, as a mutual end and aim. Whereas, without any reciprocity of aim and interests, maternal love has an immediate support in the natural bond of connection. But in this instance the mother's love is not at all restricted to the natural side. In the child which she conceived and then bore in travail, Mary has the complete knowledge and feeling of herself; and the same child, blood of her blood, stands all the same high above her, and nevertheless this higher being belongs to her and is the object in which she forgets and maintains herself. The natural depth of feeling in the mother's love is altogether spiritualized; it has the Divine as its proper content, but this spirituality remains lowly and unaware, marvellously penetrated by natural oneness and human feeling. It is the blissful maternal love, the love of the one mother alone who was the first recipient of this joy. Of course this love too is not without grief, but the grief is only the sorrow of loss, lamentation for her suffering, dying, and dead son, and does not, as we shall see at a later stage,[9] res #Quote by Hegel Georg Wilhelm Friedric 1770-1831

#115. The maester smiled ... Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can ... die as I please. #Quote by George R R Martin

#116. The thing I don't say is: I want to stay alive. the reason I don't say it is because, given that fat folder in front of him, he'd never believe it. And here's something else he'd never believe
I'm fighting to be here in this [crappy], messed-up world. Standing on the ledge of the bell tower isn't about dying. It's about having control. It's about never going to sleep again. #Quote by Jennifer Niven

#117. How soon will we accept this opportunity to be fully alive before we die? (88) #Quote by Stephen Levine

#118. Lord Fellmotte was not a man. He was an ancient committee. A parliament of deathly rooks in a dying tree. #Quote by Frances Hardinge

#119. I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record. #Quote by Dylan Thomas

#120. Just imagine you are dying tomorrow. Everyday. You will be much kinder to the world, there will be more love in you. That way. #Quote by Minhal Mehdi

#121. It's been forty years of terrible waste,' she said, 'a whole country of wasted lives. It's a country of big children, people being naughty behind the teacher's back, people tattling on each other, people getting their dumb certificates for being good little socialists. People submitting to the system because they're German and because it's a system. The whole thing was stupid and a lie. But they're not arrogant, not know-it-alls. They give what they have and they take me the way I am.'

The closer she came to dying, the more sure of herself she became. She'd concluded that the meaning of a life was in the form of it. There was no answering the question of why she'd been born, she could only take what she'd been given and try to make it end well. She intended to die in her mother's bedroom, in the company of her brother and her only offspring, without the indignity of a colostomy bag. #Quote by Jonathan Franzen

#122. Death is the opening of a more subtle life. In the flower, it sets free the perfume; in the chrysalis, the butterfly; in man, the soul. #Quote by Juliette Adam

#123. You've come all the way from London just for a joke, then?" I asked. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"No, no, my reason is of much greater importance. The entire city is in chaos. Buildings collapsing, streets flooding, the population plague-stricken, the Thames ablaze. But it was when an orphan boy I rescued from the rubble asked me, with his dying breath, 'Why did this all have to happen, sir? Why did Miss Wyndham leave?' that I solemnly promised to bring you back and restore peace. #Quote by Tarun Shanker

#124. Don't risk your life for those that doesn't love your life, lest you end up in regrets if not death. #Quote by Michael Bassey Johnson

#125. We must be willing to accept the bitter truth that, in the end, we may have to become a burden to those who love us. But it is necessary that we face this also. The full acceptance of our abjection and uselessness is the virtue that can make us and others rich in the grace of God. It takes heroic charity and humility to let others sustain us when we are absolutely incapable of sustaining ourselves. We cannot suffer well unless we see Christ everywhere, both in suffering and in the charity of those who come to the aid of our affliction. #Quote by Thomas Merton

#126. I'm not resigned, but I'm realistic too. The statistics in my case are very poor. Not many people come through esophageal cancer and live to talk about it, or not for long. And the other wager is, the part of the wager, it's a certainty you'll have a terrible time and you may wish you were dying because it's an awful process. #Quote by Christopher Hitchens

#127. He may take long walks
in the raining dark
almost aimlessly
to a spot of soaked grass
in a neighbor's open field.
He's decided this is the place
for you and him to meet again. #Quote by Kristen Henderson

#128. She was hurt, Artie. And I don't think I could tell you how scared I was. It was like watching a flashback of you, dying. I couldn't protect you. And I couldn't watch that again. #Quote by Cait Doolittle

#129. She was a dead girl having the worst panic attack shed ever had. Not because she was afraid of dying, but because she knew that she would never live again. #Quote by Tonya Hurley

#130. When you take it away do it slowly and easily make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen. #Quote by Charles Bukowski

#131. My God. What's happened? #Quote by Diana Princess Of Wales

#132. Sometimes, the Lord just takes blessed people because they've filled their purpose early. Everyone plays their own song. They sing their story to the world and leave behind a melody of memories. Sometimes ... their song is cut short and ends too early. But that doesn't mean their music was any less sweet or that they left any less of an impression. #Quote by Linda Kage

#133. Ah, that tastes nice. Thank you. #Quote by Johannes Brahms

#134. Death is 'where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.' ... 'In my world [(Africa)] death will come chasing. In your world [(the West)] it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself.'
'We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? ... A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means 'I survived'
'A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know, something fine will happen to her, something marvellous, and she will turn around and smile. #Quote by Chris Cleave

#135. Eventually, that feeling fades, but there is always the memory of those days. When you're young, everything is butterflies. What I mean is - it's all new. I guess he was telling you to still believe, to hold on to your butterflies. #Quote by Brian Joyce

#136. As Ossie Jones crept out of his body and into the mist, his heart murmured till it was silent. #Quote by Biyi Bandele-Thomas

#137. We owe our very lives to the soil, and, as William Bryant Logan said, "the bodies we give it back are not payment enough." Though, presumably, they are a start. #Quote by Caitlin Doughty

#138. I spent much of my life dying for somebody to help me even file for a patent or make a prototype. I understand that. #Quote by Woody Norris

#139. By 1931, after a few years' experience of flying scheduled airlines, those planes were operating at roughly 600 times the safety of the space shuttle. I look at safety not in terms of fatalities per passenger-mile, but when you get in and close the door, what is the risk of dying on this flight? #Quote by Burt Rutan

#140. It's kind of like this," Decker said: "You wake up in the middle of the night and you're dying for a glass of milk. So you stumble out of bed, stub your toe in the darkness, scream with pain, and limp your way to the refrigerator. You open it up and the light is brilliant. You're saved. Then you fold back the paper container, open up the milk, take a deep breath, and put it to your lips. Only
yhrch!
the milk is spoiled. Sure, you're bummed. You fold the thing close and put it back in the fridge. It's dark again. But as you're making your way to your lonely old bed, you think to yourself, Wait a minute, maybe that milk wasn't so bad. And I am still thirsty? So you do an about-face and go back to the fridge. The light warms you up again. You take a sip and yup, it's still spoiled. That, to me, is the fitting metaphor for most every relationship I've ever been in. #Quote by Ethan Hawke

#141. We've focused so long on ideals of freedom that it is this very belief that oppresses us.
We all want to be free, yet we find ways to forfeit liberty to our own impulses, to our own consumption. #Quote by As I Lay Dying

#142. Every woman deserves the simple dignity of dying in a bed with clean sheets and an electric light at hand.'
-spoken by Sara, the missionary doctor, during a moment of indignation. #Quote by Joe Niemczura

#143. When you lose someone you love, they never really leave you. They just move into a special place in your heart. #Quote by Catherine O'Hara

#144. Crowds came to form a shield against their own dying. To become a crowd is to keep out death. To break off from the crowd is to risk death as an individual, to face dying alone. #Quote by Don DeLillo

#145. We were once the ones who were living, and then we were the ones who were dying. We sewed ourselves, a thread's width, into your history. #Quote by David Levithan

#146. We should be able to tell the difference between dying and being killed. #Quote by Stephen Jenkinson

#147. The dying go so swiftly at the end. Always the speed of their leaving catches me unawares; so much left to say, to promise, to pray for. #Quote by M.C. Scott

#148. To transport this way along bouncy mountain roads is not the way to die. Every woman deserves the simple dignity of dying in a bed with clean sheets and an electric light at hand. They wanted me to participate in a horrible abomination. I simply will not countenance the lack of respect for the poor mother of those boys. Imagine how she would feel if she woke up and saw her sons piled at her side.
-spoken by Sara to Matt regarding a victim of Amanita Phalloides [poisoning #Quote by Joe Niemczura

#149. Dying to your own attachments is a beautiful death.
Because this death release you into real life.
You have to die as a seed to live as a tree. #Quote by Mooji

#150. The California cemeteries make dying sound so attractive it's a real effort to keep breathing. #Quote by Jack Paar

#151. I am dying, but with a strong hope and persuasion that my country will gain her independence. #Quote by David Wooster

#152. The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily. #Quote by Buffalo Bill

#153. It's not the dying that matters, it's the living. It's the living that counts. And I want to live the hell out of this life with you. #Quote by Selena Kitt

#154. Every bit of pain and joy you have ever known lifts you up, and every moment you have lived comes together, and that is who you are, as you lie dying #Quote by Christy Ann Conlin

#155. To say that a bad government must be established for fear of anarchy is really saying that we should kill ourselves for fear of dying. #Quote by Richard Henry Lee

#156. He [Martin Luther King Jr.] always used to say you have no choice about being born or dying. The only thing you have a choice about is what you die for. #Quote by Andrew Young

#157. It's sort of a fine line where you're dying to express it and then hoping no one really gets it that closely. But I'm pretty much over that. I'd really just like to be understood. #Quote by J. Robbins

#158. Ayyan had developed the habit of reading anything in front of him, even if it was something he did not really understand, because he believed that one reason why everybody was here, including the sons of municipal sweepers, was to collect as much information as possible before dying with a funny look on the face. #Quote by Manu Joseph

#159. The dying tapers off now and then, but the War is still killing lots and lots of people. Only right now it is killing them in more subtle ways. Often in ways that are too complicated, even for us, at this level, to trace. But the right people are dying, just as they do when armies fight. The ones who stand up, in Basic, in the middle of the machine-gun pattern. The ones who do not have faith in their Sergeants. The ones who slip and show a moment's weakness to the Enemy. These are the ones the War cannot use, and so they die. The right ones survive. The others, it's said, even know they have a short life expectancy. But they persist in acting the way that they do. Nobody knows why. Wouldn't it be nice if we could eliminate them completely? Then no one would have to be killed in the War. #Quote by Thomas Pynchon

#160. If today is all you have to live, what will you do? #Quote by Lailah Gifty Akita

#161. Dying is no big deal. The least of us will manage that. Living is the trick. #Quote by Walter Smith

#162. Stop learning, start dying. #Quote by Jim Butcher

#163. It seems to me there are two things humans like to pretend simply do not happen
two things, two inescapable actions in life, one of which is a daily concern, and the other, come to think of it, is also a daily concern, even though it will only happen to you once: defecating and dying. #Quote by Benjamin Hale

#164. I was dead for a billion of years and in a few years I will be dead again. I'm not conscious of that state of lifelessness which was before I came to life. And I'm not sure about the lifelessness that is yet to come. Life is only a station between these two states. It is a chance to experience and to do something, the only chance known with certainty. The major issue is to find what is worth living for, but an even greater issue is to find what is worth dying for. We all die anyway. #Quote by Huseyn Raza

#165. Participation in the dance was entirely voluntary, a mental vow to worship the Mystery in this manner being expressed by a man ardently desiring the recovery of a sick relative; or surrounded by an enemy with escape apparently impossible; or, it might be, dying of hunger ... since some inscrutable power had swept all game from forest and prairie. Others joined in the ceremony in the hope and firm belief that the Mystery ... would grant them successes against the enemy and consequent eminence at home. #Quote by Edward S. Curtis

#166. Most of us do not know how to die. It is not something we have rehearsed or practiced. We have a mind full of ideas about what will happen but little if any actual experience with the process. We need to have someone who knows, guides, teaches and reassures us, someone we can trust, someone who will stand naked with us, who will not be overwhelmed. The dying need much more than pat answers or good feelings. Their hearts call for someone who can open into the unknown, someone who will travel the road of fear with them. To find such a companion is a very rare and precious occurrence. #Quote by Rodney Smith

#167. Dying legacies are a miserable substitute for living benevolence. #Quote by Ellen G. White

#168. The Son held up his hands. Luminescent, they seemed, as if dappled by autumn sun reflecting off a stream into shade. My grace flows from these as a river, wolf-lord. Would you have me dole it out in the exact measure that men earn, as from an apothecary's dropper? Would you stand in pure water to your waist, and administer it by the scant spoon to men dying of thirst on a parched shore? #Quote by Lois McMaster Bujold

#169. I cannot but feel I have had a call from God to devote myself to help save souls in their last hour ...
I have been drawn so strongly to pray for the dying and I believe it to be a work appointed for me, perpetual prayer for the dying. #Quote by Mary Potter

#170. Start today like you're dying, because of course you are. #Quote by Brian Browne Walker

#171. Grandma Mazur reads the obituary columns like they're part of the paper's entertainment section. Other communities have country clubs and fraternal orders. The Burg has funeral parlors. If people stopped dying, the social life of the Burg would come to a grinding halt. #Quote by Janet Evanovich

#172. His eyes were closing again, all of their own accord, so that he lay in red, pain-filled darkness. It occured to him that he was dying and he didn't care.
'He's alive!' Blue said again 'He's breathing!'
'I can't see him breathing. #Quote by Herbie Brennan

#173. Lymond knelt. The Tsar lifted his head and unlooking, let the staff go. It fell unregarded, with a crack, bouncing on the thin carpet. Ivan leaned forward and, stretching both hands, gripped the bright hair on either side of his Voevoda's cool face, the thin skin lightly browned by the sun.

'You are not afraid,' said Ivan. He pulled one hand sharply away and Adashev, Viscovatu, Sylvester saw Lymond's lips tighten, but he did not call out or speak, as Ivan opened his palm and showed a feathering of snatched yellow hair. There was blood at the side of the Voevoda's brushed head. 'You are not afraid,' repeated the Tsar. 'You are not afraid of the boyars. You are not afraid of me, but for me.…

'I am twenty-six,' said the Tsar. He put out his hand, letting the lock fall from his palm, and gripped Lymond's shoulder. 'I confessed. I confessed to my rages, my sins against my people, and Dmitri my firstborn was taken from me, and my friends quarrelled and plotted about me when they thought I lay dying. I have no friends.'

'You have the men in this room,' Lymond said.

'The men in this room are afraid of me. All except you,' the Tsar said. #Quote by Dorothy Dunnett

#174. I've never thought about dying, But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go. #Quote by Stephenie Meyer

#175. An interesting way to practice dying is by opening to illness. Each time you get a cold or the flu use it as an opportunity to soften around the unpleasant and investigate how resistance turns pain into suffering, the unpleasant into the unbearable. Notice how discomfort attracts grief. Watch the shadows gather in the aching body. Hear them mutter in complaint and self-pity. #Quote by Stephen Levine

#176. You become a changed person when you face the reaper and deny him your soul. #Quote by Martha Sweeney

#177. I'll try to be around and about. But if I'm not, then you know that I'm behind your eyelids, and I'll meet you there #Quote by Terence McKenna

#178. It's life, that's all. There are no happy endings, just happy days, happy moments. The only real ending is death, and trust me, no one dies happy. And the price of not dying is that things change all the time, and the only thing you can count on is that there's not a thing you can do about it. #Quote by Jonathan Tropper

#179. By morning she was dead. She had not died of starvation or committed suicide by any conventional means. She had simply willed herself to die, and being a strong-willed woman, she had succeeded. She had missed dying on her birthday by two days. #Quote by John Berendt

#180. Note accordingly that in all countries the penalties for petty theft are extremely severe, not only as a means of defending society, but also as a stern admonition to the unfortunate to know their place, stick to their caste, and behave themselves, joyfully resigned to go on dying of hunger and misery down through the centuries forever and ever ... #Quote by Louis Ferdinand Celine

#181. Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands,
Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
Your true soul and body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying."
-from "To You #Quote by Walt Whitman

#182. And, truth be told, I'm curious myself. I wouldn't want Goodfellow dying before we ever resolved our duel. That would be unfortunate. #Quote by Julie Kagawa

#183. When a man dies, he does not just die of the disease he has: he dies of his whole life. #Quote by Charles Peguy

#184. He gave a sarcastic, empty laugh. 'A lot isn't fair. It's not fair that I had to be the one to train you to be a Grigori. It's not fair that I couldn't tell you the truth, even though I knew you'd hate me for it. It's not fair that I was dying and became the reason you embraced, which only gives you more reason to push me away. It's not fair that I know how great we would be together, except that we can't. It's not fair that, even though I know I'll never have you, I had planned everything – the candles, the lilies – replayed the words I wanted to say a million times when you and I finally made love. I get that it's not fair, but I'm still going to ask because we're on a roll of all that is unfair, so what's one more thing?' He grabbed the wardrobe door and slammed it so hard it almost broke off its hinges. #Quote by Jessica Shirvington

#185. Trying to get stuff straight right at the end when you never cared all through your life. Trying to get into heaven on the affirmative action plan. #Quote by Leonard Pitts Jr.

#186. As the darkness deepened, the sky was streaked with veins of red, the last low beats of a dying sun. Against this scarlet canopy the hulk of the Rust Road's twin peaks stood tall, mountains of metal, unnaturally jagged. Their sharp pinnacles pierced the sky, and Jacob could not help but wonder if that explained the blood there. #Quote by Dean F. Wilson

#187. See in what peace a Christian can die. #Quote by Joseph Addison

#188. But while the thought of being dead seemed appealing, the actual act of dying did not. #Quote by Leslye Walton

#189. What about you?" he asked, his words not much more than a mumble. "Regrets?"

"Many," Skuduggery said.

Tesseract's breath rattled in his chest. "That's the goo thing about living. You get to make up for past mistakes."

"Or make brand-new ones. #Quote by Derek Landy

#190. Surety is a narcotic which masks the fact that you're dying. Losing it is a gift. #Quote by Jeff Mach

#191. To die is landing on some distant shore. #Quote by John Dryden

#192. Weary with my weariness, white last moon, sole regret, not even. To be dead, before her, on her, with her, and turn, dead on dead, about poor mankind, and never have to die anymore, from among the living. Not even, not even that. My moon was here below, far below, the little I was able to desire. And one day, soon, soon, one earthlit night, beneath the earth, a dying being will say, like me, in the earthlight, Not even, not even that, and die, without having been able to find regret. #Quote by Samuel Beckett

#193. Awareness of approach to death can be a beautiful thing, a frame into which we can put the work of art that is our life, our personal masterpiece. #Quote by June Singer

#194. Having undergone that disintegration and dying of past individuals and rebirth into something vastly more powerful, all these creatures had joined millions of years before into its own early Gravemind, far more than the sum of its parts. #Quote by Greg Bear

#195. I should have made you go when I had the chance."
"It wasn't your decision to make." I kissed him hard, clinging to him with what little strength I had left. "I would never choose to leave you."
"Isn't that what dying means?" Bitterness echoed through me."Leaving? #Quote by Danielle L. Jensen

#196. I have no intention of dying. In fact, it will be the last thing I do! #Quote by Milton H. Erickson

#197. Brockhurst, the champion of individualism, was soon launched on his favorite topic.

"The great fault of the American nation, which is the fault of republics, is the reduction of everything to the average. Our universities are simply the expression of the forces that are operating outside. We are business colleges purely and simply, because we as a nation have only one ideal - the business ideal."

"That's a big statement," said Regan.

"It's true. Twenty years ago we had the ideal of the lawyer, of the doctor, of the statesman, of the gentleman, of the man of letters, of the soldier. Now the lawyer is simply a supernumerary enlisting under any banner for pay; the doctor is overshadowed by the specialist with his business development of the possibilities of the rich; we have politicians, and politics are deemed impossible for a gentleman; the gentleman cultured, simple, hospitable, and kind, is of the dying generation; the soldier is simply on parade."

"Wow!" said Ricketts, jingling his chips. "They're off."

"Everything has conformed to business, everything has been made to pay. Art is now a respectable career - to whom? To the business man. Why? Because a profession that is paid $3,000 to $5,000 a portrait is no longer an art, but a blamed good business. The man who cooks up his novel according to the weakness of his public sells a hundred thousand copies. Dime novel? No; published by our most conservative publishers - one #Quote by Owen Johnson

#198. Forgetting everything else, the journey, the compound, escape, the dying man, the many troubles he left behind, the new troubles ahead, his mind wiped itself clean of thought, and the nerves of his body screamed out for input. He was now the predator, and they were his prey. #Quote by Steve R. Yeager

#199. Well, if 'exciting means drama and people dying and doctors and nurses rushing around like in the movies, then no, it wasn't. But if it means doing something that seems small now but can make a big difference in the long run, then it was. #Quote by Jennifer Latham

#200. There's peace in acceptance. Death in it, always. Inevitable. With the acceptance of one thing comes the dying of another: a new belief, a relationship. An ideal, a plan, a what-if. Assumptions. A path. A song. #Quote by Sarah Ockler