I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill: Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage.
I felt Brighton was a perfect ending to a really interesting career.
Even death itself sometimes fails to bring the dignity and serenity which one would fain associate with old age.
When any living thing has come to the end of its cycle, we accept that end as natural. When that intangible cycle has run its course it is a natural and not unhappy thing that a life comes to its end.
For my eightieth year warns me to pack up my baggage before I leave life.
The families who chose me to take their terminally ill kids on their last hunts in life many times over the years know and love the real Ted Nugent. That they decide I'm good enough to take part in such a spiritual and emotional moment in their lives proves that I am good enough.
I'm one year away from 70 and I've had a good run. I really believe I'm okay.
You know, Freud accepted his lot very stoically and very well and with a sense of humor. He aged and died gracefully, and there's a lot to be said for that.
In my own life if I knew I was going to pass away I'd love to sit down and resolve every issue so I could go peacefully.
Before I go to meet my Maker, I want to use the salt left in my shaker. I want to find out if it's true The Blue Danube is really blue, Before I kiss the world goodbye.
I am reaching a point in my life where the basketball chapter in my life is slowly closing from a competition standpoint.
It's a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life.
I want to settle down this last time. I say last, because I don't think I'm in any condition to live a long time from now. The bell's gonna ring pretty soon.
Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.
The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
The happiest end of life is this: when the mind and the other senses being unimpaired, the same nature which put it together takes asunder her own work.
