Quotes About Dying Inside Novels & Stories

Of course, I was bundled up tightly. I asked him, "Am I dying soon, Kevin? The nurse told me I don't need to do chemotherapy anymore." Kevin held back his tears as he replied, "That's not it. You don't need to do chemotherapy anymore because you're recovering soon. Actually, there's another belief—that a person's soul doesn't truly die, but instead, it rests in the grave, along with their memories." I laughed. "You're really funny, Kevin. You're truly a perfect cemetery sales advisor with lines like that—even I was moved by such a romantic pitch."

“Hm. So what are you doing here?” What was he supposed to say? “Are you dream walking?” She sounded intrigued. The nearly dead had a way of knowing things the living couldn’t even begin to understand. “In a manner of speaking. It’s more like … dream observing.” “Well,” she said, turning away to look at the group of mourners standing around her grave, “not much to observe here, is there?” He smiled. “You’re here.” “I’m boring.” “No, you’re not.” “I’m dying. Dying people are boring – we don’t have much to say.”

He raised his glass. "To the deadies who refuse to stay dead. May you survive what's coming. Or at least die spectacularly." We raised our glasses. "To survival."

The idea of dying... it's like staring into a dark abyss, wondering what lies beyond. Am I ready for it? Is anyone ever truly prepared to let go of everything they know? It's as if life is this intricate tapestry, woven with memories, experiences, and dreams, and death is that final thread that could unravel it all. I've heard people say that death gives life meaning. That the inevitability of our mortality forces us to seize the fleeting moments and savor them. Is that why we laugh, love, and strive to make a mark? To counteract the impending darkness?

There is a saying "he that greets danger with a smile must be ready to greet death same way" and there's also a probability that someone already said it even though I formulated it in my head "Was there a smile on my face when I died?" Shiro said to himself, as the quote repeatedly ran through his mind. "By the way"he thought "where am I? " he asked as he looked around the dark empty void he was in. The only thing he could see was himself

I smiled at her, she really knows how to worry when she cares, I still wonder how I allowed such a woman to escape my grasp “No, it’s just I have been thinking a lot about mortality recently, you know my birthday and all, I think it comes with this weird premonition like I am soon going to die” I could not tell her that it is more than that, I could not tell her that I am cursed and In fact going to die a very painful death in exactly one year from now, I mean how do you even bring that into a conversation like “Hey I have been cursed by an evil witch and in exactly 1 year from today I will die miserably but no biggy all is well and you need not worry because I have accepted my fate and I th

At least I wouldn't have to watch Killian marry Evelyn, wouldn't have to see my family's guilt, wouldn't have to become whoever I was turning into in this gilded cage. I got in my car and sat there, the medications on the passenger seat beside me, and realized something with crystal clarity: I was dying. Maybe not today, maybe not this month. But slowly, quietly, inevitably—I was dying. And I was the only one who knew.

he chuckles and Keenan glares at him. Keenan can't possibly understand why he can feel okay and make jokes about this, how can he be so cool when he's dying on the inside? “You might die, don't you get that?” His laughter fade from his mouth, “I have been dead these past four years, Keenan, I was never really living.” he points out to him, “and I don't want you blaming yourself, you did the best you could.”

They said that when you die, all your memories will flash before you. Eight minutes— that's all it takes to show all the things that happened to you, just like showing a film of your life. Is it true? You will never know unless you die. But for me, that isn't the case. A cold floor, blurry vision, and blood dripping from the hole the bullet created as it pierced my heart. With my anger within, I know that this is my end. What else can I even declare other than all of those things?