Viola Davis Quotes

A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.

I can die anytime I want. I wish I could do the same with life.

Death is something to savour, and I hope to savour mine.

I don't spend a lot of time thinking about dying, but I like to think that I've - if it did occur - that I would die peacefully and not make too much of a fuss about it.

There's not a higher stake than someone having to face their own death.

I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.

Have you ever thought about those last moments of your life? Nobody wants a long, lingering illness; nobody wants just that; but it would be nice if you could have a day or two where you know it's coming.

Knowing how to die is knowing how to live. What is death anyway? It's the outcome of life.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

The first memory I have in the world is of death and tears. That is how I would mark the beginning of my life: the way people mark the end of one. My family had gathered at Papa Joe's house because Mam' Grace was slipping away, only I didn't register it that way. For some reason I thought that it was her birthday.

I think you die the way you live.

I don't want to die of some disease I want to die of death

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.

Shuffling really isn't something you should be doing on your deathbed.

If you feel that you're not ready to die, never fear; nature will give you complete and adequate assistance when the time comes.

The end of a life is always vivifying.

The hospital is the antechamber to the tomb

. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

It's strange. There's your life. You begin it, feeling that it's something so precious and rare, so beautiful that it's like a sacred treasure. Now it's over, and it doesn't make any difference to anyone, and it isn't that they are indifferent, it's just that they don't know, they don't know what it means, that treasure of mine, and there's something about it that they should understand. I don't understand it myself, but there's something that should be understood by all of us. Only what is it? What?

There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.

Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

He will live ill who does not know how to die well.

They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together.

And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death--but it's more peaceful.