The paper burns, but the words fly free.

I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)

Death, the great What if.” I dreamt this, but that doesn’t make it any less what iffier.

Its very beautiful over there. I dont know where there is, but I believe its somewhere, and I hope its beautiful.

Right, well, he’d been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, ‘You seem to be feeling better this morning,’ and Isben looked at her and said, ‘On the contrary,’ and then he...

The Angel blade burns you, just as God’s name chokes you,” said Valentine, his cool voice sharp as crystal. “They say that those who die upon its point will achieve the gates of heaven. In...

I am striving to give back the Divine in myself to the Divine in the All.

I could have been 23 next July I gambled on what mattered most, the dice were cast. I lost.

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone’s about to die.

Remember us. Remember us as we used to be, before the universe turned against us. Young, beautiful, strong, brave, admirable, loved, loving…’ –Alema Rar

Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something.

Maybe you who condemn me are in greater fear than I who am condemned.

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a...

Avoid the temptation of being drawn into silly debate. Don’t fall into trap set by those with hidden agendas. You have nothing to prove.

A napfénytől felforrósodott néma lakásban, történjen bármi, biztonságban éreztem magam. A rejtekhely biztonsága fontosabb a levegőnél. Távol lenni mindentől és mindenkitől. Annál azért már többre tartja magát az ember, hogy a saját egoizmusát, más néven...

I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.”(Last words, according to Dickens’s obituary in The Times.)

Damn it! How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.

Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough!

Why didn’t they ask the Evans?

I see black light (his last words)

When my father-in-law, Jan Vuijst, a Dutch Reformed minister, was on his deathbed, I had a deeply intimate conversation with him – as it turned out, my last conversation with him. He said to me,...

This could be addictive.

How many losses does it take to stop a heart,to lay waste to the vocabularies of desire?

I’m bored with it all. – Last Words

If God shall choose I shall love thee but better after death

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.

A man of your valor deserves not another breath.

Messy, isn’t it?

Now comes the mystery! (last words)

I am not a coward, but I am so strong. So hard to die.

Having reached 451 books as of now doesn’t help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, “Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one.” (Those would be my next-to-last words. The...

Stay with me to-night; you must see me die. I have long had the taste of death on my tongue, I smell death, and who will stand by my Constanze, if you do not stay?

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, “I...

I have offended God and mankind because my work didn’t reach the quality it should have.

The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?’ Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relationships with this best and truest friend of mankind...

Nineteenth-century preacher Henry Ward Beecher’s last words were “Now comes the mystery.” The poet Dylan Thomas, who liked a good drink at least as much as Alaska, said, “I’ve had eighteen straight whiskeys. I do...

Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est.(Applaud, my friends, the comedy is over.)[Said on his deathbed]

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.Watch me burn.Love always, Charlotte

Look…at…me…

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.