Richard McKenna Quotes

I've always got my eye on my deathbed.

If you don't know how to die, don't worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don't bother your head about it.

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.

If I die, what a beautiful death.

Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles.

Pillow my head on no guesses when I die.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.

Death was Patrick Henry's second choice.

But really death seems the least awful thing that can happen to someone

death - a passage outside the range of imagination, but within the range of experience.

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

The end of a life is always vivifying.

It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

It used to be I thought of death as a man something like Grandfather a friend of his a kind of private and particular friend like we used to think of Grandfather's desk not to touch it not even to talk loud in the room where it was.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

Life is the longest death in California.

Life is short, death is forever

From him [Death] alone of all the powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.