B. B. King Quotes

I wanted to be bored to death, as good a way to go as any.

If I ever went, I'd want to go peacefully in my sleep. I wouldn't want to plan my own death.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

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

Every time we go to sleep, it's a rehearsal of the day when our eyes will ultimately close and we wake up on the side of eternity.

My fear is dying badly, through illness or injury. But what a glorious demise it would be to burn up in space.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep.

I hope to die in the saddle seat.

I think we should look forward to death more than we do. Of course everybody hates to go to bed or miss anything, but dying is really the only chance we'll get to rest.

Death is the most blessed dream.

When I go, God's going to have to give up his favourite chair.

Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close.

I’m ready to die. I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.

When the hospital sends for me, when the ambulance comes and I ease my way out of the world, I'd rather be in Detroit, Michigan, than Lenox Hill.

I don't dwell on it. But I guess everybody hopes that they go in their sleep and that it won't be long and painful.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank into sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.

The living will envy the dead.

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.

Pillow my head on no guesses when I die.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

People ask me a lot like, "Hey, so when are you done with your tour?" Like when I die. That's when I'm done with my tour.