Lonely Death Quotes

I could croak with no warning, and the only tragedy anyone would experience would be showing up on the last day of my estate sale simply to discover that all remaining items had copious amounts of dog hair on them.

Every individual existence goes out in a lonely spasm of helpless agony.

Getting old and dying alone is my worst fear.

The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all — he sort of rots away, like a pollywog's tail.

Don't you want to take a leap of faith? Or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone!

I thought I had friends but in the end n*iggaz dies lonely.

The lunatic's visions of horror are all drawn from the material of daily fact. Our civilization is founded on the shambles, and every individual existence goes out in a lonely spasm of helpless agony.

He's the type of man who will end up dying in his own arms.

Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

dying nowadays is more gruesome in many ways, namely, more lonely, mechanical, and dehumanized; at times it is even difficult to determine technically when the time of death has occurred.

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.

After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.

oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.

All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. Especially do all stories of monogamy end in death, and your man who is monogamous while he often lives most happily, dies in the most lonely fashion.

One night some short weeks ago, for the first time in her not always happy life, Marilyn Monroe's soul sat down alone to a quiet supper from which it did not rise.

No person ever died that had a family.

How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?