Dying Quotes
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Everything kills you, you're dying everyday. You're either dying everyday or you're living every day and I'm living everyday.
Christofer Drew
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The dying process begins the minute we are born, but it accelerates during dinner parties.
Carol Grace
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As I have heard, since my arrival at this place, a circumstantial account of my death and dying speech, I take this early opportunity of contradicting the first, and of assuring you, that I have not as yet composed the latter. But by the All-Powerful Dispensations of Providence, I have been protected beyond all human probability or expectation; for I had four bullets through my coat, and two horses shot under me, yet escaped unhurt, although death was leveling my companions on every side of me!
George Washington
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Well, it seems all the fish in the rivers are dying. Could this be an act of cod?
Colin Mochrie
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The unique essence of being an artist is dying. Eveything looks the same. Now there’s a formula. And it works. - But it takes away from the reason we do it.
Usher
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Most of us would rather kill ourselves than be, particularly if who we think we are keeps dying. Many of us do.
Brad Blanton
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Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
John Dryden
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I would hate for climate change to be accepted simply because everyone was dying.
Chuck Klosterman
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To me, these kind of everyday miseries act as a fatal disqualifier. My sunniest beliefs are basically contingent on the fact that my child is not dying of cancer right now.
Zadie Smith
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Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself.
Louis-Ferdinand Celine
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When it is dark, it seems to me as if I were dying, and I can't think any more.
Claude Monet
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Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.
Sara Teasdale
