Someone Who Is Dying Quotes

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

The idea is to die young as late as possible.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

I was learning that when you’re with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time.

Someone has somewhere commented on the fact that millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead?

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

It’s inspirational to see someone who is dying smile.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.

He who doesn’t fear death dies only once.

All say, ‘how hard it is that we have to die’ — a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.

Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one’s own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.