Someone Who Is Dying Quotes

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

He who doesn’t fear death dies only once.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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?

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

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