Quiet Death Quotes

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

I made the remark that I don't avoid people in order to live quietly, but rather in order to be able to die quietly.

Many ALS patients end up fading away quietly and dying. For me, this was not OK. I did not want to fade away quietly.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

death ... so seldom happens nowadays in the awesome quiet of a familiar chamber. Most of us die violently, thanks to the advance of science and warfare. If by chance we are meant to end life in our beds, we are whisked like pox victims to the nearest hospital, where we are kept as alone and unaware as possible of the approach of disintegration.

Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!

We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.

She had storms all her life, but she died peacefully.

There is nothing quite so good as burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and not very incriminating.

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.

Evening is the delight of virtuous age; it seems an emblem of the tranquil close of busy life--serene, placid, and mild, with the impress of its great Creator stamped upon it; it spreads its quiet wings over the grave, and seems to promise that all shall be peace beyond it.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

He fell in October 1918, on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole front, that the army report confined itself to the single sentence: All quiet on the Western Front. He had fallen forward and lay on the earth as though sleeping. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come.