George Whitefield Quotes

Write as if you were dying.

When death has you by the throat, you don't mince words.

There is no time to leave important words unsaid.

I'm totally not kidding. Life is too short. This is all too hard to do to actually be kidding about the whole thing.

I'm not about sound bites. I'm about substance.

People always speak beautifully when they are in love or close to death.

If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.

In the presence of death I affirm and reaffirm the truth of all that I have said against the superstitions of the world. I would say that much on the subject with my last breath.

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

All was forgiven. All living things were brothers, and all dead things were even more so.

I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart

My tongue speak what my heart thinks.

Men are never convinced of your reasons, of your sincerity, of the seriousness of your sufferings, except by your death. So long as you are alive, your case is doubtful; you have a right only to their skepticism.

I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.

Death is so genuine a fact that it excludes falsehoods, or betrays its emptiness; it is a touchstone that proves the gold, and dishonors the baser metal.

I wish, when I was first born, the first thing I said was "Quote" so the last thing I said before I died would be "Unquote.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

He was essentially a truth-speaking man, if only he know how to speak the truth.

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away. We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say.. Gotta live like we’re dying

When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.