#dying

It’s what happens when you shoot someone,” Wayne pointed out. “At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#death #dying #humor #shooting #death

We die well when we die with purpose fulfilled". ~R. Alan Woods [2012] ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#fulfilling-purpose #purpose-in-life #r-alan-woods #death

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#days #die #dog #dying #fitting

But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to forgive, then forgive. You think, when you’re seventeen, there’s time enough for that, but there’s not. There’s no time at all.” I squeezed her hand, trying to think of how to respond. But she took the burden from me and kept whispering. “You want to know why God gave us people to love? Because that’s the only way we can understand how he feels about us. Desperate and jealous. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#art #artist #dating #death #dying-words

I don't believe in dying. It's been done. I'm working on a new exit. Besides, I can't die now - I'm booked. ↗

— George Burns

#believe #besides #booked #die #done

A squirrel dying in front of your house may be more relevant to your interests right now than people dying in Africa. ↗

— Mark Zuckerberg

#dying #front #house #interests #may

Oxford is wonderful. I'm having a great time. We do go out, but I still try to spend most of my time studying in the library. ↗

— Chelsea Clinton

#great #great time #having #i #library

Alas, I am dying beyond my means. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#am #beyond #dying #i #i am

Garraty wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind your gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wing. An end to the agony of movement, to the long nightmare of going down the road. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death. How would that be? Just how would that be? ↗

— Stephen King

#dying #pain #stress #walk #death

In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#death-and-dying #meaning-of-life #death