William Manchester Quotes

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.

Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.

That death was near, I suppose I believed, but I saw it only as a rest after the day's work.

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

To awake from death is to die in peace.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

Death was like love, a romantic escape.

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

I envy the dead.

I must end it. There is no hope. I will be at peace. No one had anything to do with it. My decision totally.

There have been hours in my unhappy life, many of them, when the contemplation of death as the end of earthly sorrow - of the grave as a resting place for the tired and worn out body - has been pleasant to dwell upon.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

Now God be praised, I will die in peace.

Death is the supreme celebration on the road to freedom.

Once you're dead, your worries are over.

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

Life and hope must cease together.