Good-byes are hard, but life is about changes.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.
We die as often as we lose a friend.
You should always leave the party 10 minutes before you actually do.
Go now, verses, on your light feet, you have not trodden hard on the old earth where the graves laugh when they see their guests, the one corpse stacked on top of the other. Go now and stagger to her whom I do not know.
In my mind, the CalMac ferry is linked with the joy of arrival, the sadness of departure, the loss of loved ones brought home by ferry to rest in island soil. It is friendships made and a working life begun.
Sometimes as friends, you grow apart and you have different visions for what you wanna do and that's OK, there's no love lost.
Have you ever thought about those last moments of your life? Nobody wants a long, lingering illness; nobody wants just that; but it would be nice if you could have a day or two where you know it's coming.
I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.
Write as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you write for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin writing if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?
For me, the dilemma is I love Bristol, but you can only do that for so long and not get it back. It's been something that's been hard for me to accept. It breaks my heart.
I've got too many of my friends that retired and went home and got on a rocking chair, and about a year and a half later, I'm always going to the cemetery.
I've never seen anyone die. It's hard to imagine what it would be like.
It is only the dead who do not return.
Remembering now all those farewells (fake farewells, worked-up farewells), Irena thinks: a person who messes up her goodbyes shouldn’t expect much from her re-unions.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.
Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
I always feel that I have two duties to perform with a parting guest: one, to see that he doesn't forget anything that is his; the other, to see that he doesn't take anything that is mine.
Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.
It seems like people are just dropping off the Earth. I suppose that happens when you get older. It's part of life. No one's getting out of it.
And the relationships that happen become so intense, deep, involved and complex and really hard to say goodbye to. The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you.
I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.
