Last Breath Quotes

I’m ready to die. I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

I will fight to the last breath, even though my family cowers in terror in the palace.

Death is something to savour, and I hope to savour mine.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

I always go back to theatre. It's probably where I'll draw my last breath.

So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.

Retiring is just practicing up to be dead. That doesn't take any practice.

Working with the dying is like being a midwife for this great rite of passage of death. Just as a midwife helps a being take their first breath, you help a being take their last breath.

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

He thought back on his family with deep emotion and love. His conviction that he would have to disappear was, if possible, even firmer than his sister's. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three in the morning. He still saw that outside the window everything was beginning to grow light. Then, without his consent, his head sank down to the floor, and from his nostrils streamed his last weak breath.

The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat.

That's how I hope to die: on my deathbed, watching 'Real Housewives of the Moon.'

Come to think of it, Pasadena's as good a place to die as any.

I hope when I take my last breath I haven't got any regrets, because I am making up for lost time with my family.

Pillow my head on no guesses when I die.

You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.

Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, Demised, departed And defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God's way of saying, "Slow down."

'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.

I know exactly how and where I am going to die. The only question is when.

. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.

The sensation of dying is sweet, sensuous, placid.

I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another.

I have died in so many spectacular ways, and I remember shooting them all, too. I imagine all those deaths will flash in front of me when I'm on my death bed, faced with the real thing.

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.