Quotes on Someone Dying

Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

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.

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

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.

They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.

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

Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead.

Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.

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

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

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

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.

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.

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.