Dying Last Words Quotes

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Erich Segal
“Now would you do me a favor?' From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But I withstood. I would not cry. I would merely indicate to Jennifer - by the affirmative nodding of my head - that I would be happy to do her any favor whatsoever.
'Would you please hold me very tight?' she asked.
I put my hand on her forearm - Christ, so thin - and gave it a little squeeze.
'No, Oliver,' she said, 'really hold me. Next to me.'I was very, very careful - of the tubes and things - as I got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her.
'Thanks, Ollie.'
Those were her last words.”
Erich Segal, Love Story

Cormac McCarthy
“Just take me with you. Please.
I cant.
Please, Papa.
I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Diana, Princess of Wales
“My God. What's happened?”
Princess Diana

Andrew  Jackson
“Oh, do not cry - be good children and we will all meet in heaven.”
Andrew Jackson

Malcolm X
“Let's cool it, brothers.”
Malcolm X

“Death is the great equalizer of human beings. Death is the boundary that we need to measure the precious texture of our lives. All people owe a death. There is no use vexing about inevitable degeneration and death because far greater people than me succumbed to death’s endless sleep without living as many years as me.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Thomas Jefferson
“Is it the Fourth?”
Thomas Jefferson

“When I die, I would love to die smiling. If however I forget this, I hope I have someone there to make me smile.”

Charles Dickens
“It is a dreadful thing to wait and watch for the approach of death; to know that hope is gone, and recovery impossible; and to sit and count the dreary hours through long, long, nights - such nights as only watchers by the bed of sickness know. It chills the blood to hear the dearest secrets of the heart, the pent-up, hidden secrets of many years, poured forth by the unconscious helpless being before you; and to think how little the reserve, and cunning of a whole life will avail, when fever and delirium tear off the mask at last. Strange tales have been told in the wanderings of dying men; tales so full of guilt and crime, that those who stood by the sick person's couch have fled in horror and affright, lest they should be scared to madness by what they heard and saw; and many a wretch has died alone, raving of deeds, the very name of which, has driven the boldest man away.

("The Drunkard's Death")”
Charles Dickens

“Jakie, is it my birthday or am I dying?" (Seeing all her children assembled at her bedside in her last illness.)”
Nancy Astor the Viscountess Astor

Garth Risk Hallberg
“I looked at her, exhausted in the hospital bed, and she looked at you, and you looked at me looking at her with eyes that had never known anything else, and for a moment there I swear we saw each other with a clarity that nothing can alter, not time, not heartbreak, not death.”
Garth Risk Hallberg

Ernst Jünger
“Obitus vitae otium est (Death is life's rest).”
Ernst Jünger, A German Officer in Occupied Paris: The War Journals, 1941-1945

Péter Nádas
“Az oxigén nélkül hagyott szívizomzat nagy frekvenciával reszket, ütések híján vért nem továbbít, beáll a kamrafibrillatio. A sinuscsomó, mely individuális ritmust adott, mindenkinek a személyes ritmusát, nagy zavarodottságában leáll a maga ütemével, s akkor legalábbis átmenetileg nincs szívműködés. Mindennapi tudatát elveszíti az ember, bár az orvosokkal ellentétben nem mondanám, hogy elveszíti az eszméletét. Jobban észnél voltam, mint bármikor.
És akkor valami nagyon érdekes kezdődik, valami fantasztikus történik, tulajdonképpen erről kéne beszélni.
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Olyasmi folytatódik, amit igen nehéz szavakkal megragadni, mert a halál előtti állapotban csaknem érvényét veszíti az egyezményes időszámítás. Egy nagy villanykapcsolót lekattintanak, magát a főkapcsolót. Amitől a látás, az észlelés és a gondolkodás közel sem szűnik meg. E párhuzamosan működő funkciók a frissen szerzett észleléseiket azonban nem a tudat egyezményes időrendjére fűzik fel.”
Péter Nádas, Own Death

“In the world you live in, one day you will be gone but you must fulfill your mission before departure.”
Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“In the vast spectrum of space-time’s coeternal continuum, I am but a glint of bundled energy held together by the translucent fiber of creative consciousness. The misty dew of private thoughts that inhabit my streaky underworld briefly forms a splintery part of the glittering arena of the cosmos. In the ether-like dawn of my awakening, my minuscule arch appears intravenously injected amid the dark matter of the nightscape. Reminiscent of the morning’s dew, my comet’s tailed reflection disintegrates and dissipates without a lasting trace in the dawn of a new age. I shall never wholly cease to exist, since my filtrate potentiality – a trace of my essence – remains suspended forevermore in celestial wonderment.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Poile Sengupta
“She died in hospital, eight months after she was diagnosed and treated for Hodgkin’s disease, a cancer of the lymph nodes. For a week before that, she asked me to read aloud her favourite poems. She listened, her eyes closed. Now and then she repeated a line softly to herself. That fateful day, as I sat at her bedside, she asked me to read from a volume of Christina Rossetti’s poems. As I read, she opened her eyes, smiled and said, clearly and distinctly, ‘And if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.’
Those were her last words.”
Poile Sengupta, Inga