Final Moments Quotes

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

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

I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

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

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.

Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.

When you see a parent pass, and you literally are there, and you're sitting at that deathbed, man, and you have to tell them to go, it defines life for what it really is.

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

When someone is dying, there is nothing you really can do, it's a horrible situation, and... you just have to get through it.

I don't fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.

It hurts, it hurts... Im dying, I'm dying.

Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.

Tom Hyde, the tinker, standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. "Tell the tailors," said he, "to remember to make a knot in their thread before they take the first stitch." His companion's prayer is forgotten.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.

But I knew that someday I was going to die. And just before I died two things would happen; Number 1: I would regret my entire life. Number 2: I would want to live my life over again.

But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!

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

How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.

In the unlikely event of the wound being mortal, I want to die with my boots on.