Quotes About Dying Inside Novels & Stories

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

I fought with her but at last she won this battle, "In anyway I am dieing, Manik ...... Each nd every, scream nd scar of that night is printed on mind. ..... Even a single glance of it breaks me thousands times and unfortunately these glances are all around me, 24*7 ...... I can't survive more than this, seeing u people doing things for me makes me want to live ..... But in this living I am dieing at every moment ...... ..... This is the only thing I have asked u in my whole lifetime, please don't deny, I know I am being selfish but I want to be selfish, in front of u ........ I have lived enough, please give me peace" every quote or motivational speaker failed in front of her one true desi

That is what I will die for. When I finally fall, it is not sudden. It is gradual, like the world slowly letting go of me. Corbin stands over me, victorious in his mind, already convinced this was meaningless. But I answer him anyway, because even dying men deserve to speak their truth. I tell him he is wrong. That Adrian is coming. That my death is not an ending without consequence, but a turning point he will not survive. And even as blood fills my mouth, I believe it.

"Making the hard choice, accepting the cost, trying to save everyone even when it meant sacrificing yourself. That's who you've always been." "Is that supposed to make me feel better about dying?" "No," she admitted. "But maybe it makes the dying mean something." My vision was almost completely dark now, my breathing barely functional. The cellular collapse was reaching critical stages, my body's fundamental systems shutting down as the resurrection's alterations were completely severed. I had maybe minutes left. Possibly less. "I love you both," I whispered, trying to encompass everyone I was leaving behind. "I'm sorry this is how it ends."

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

You're nodding your head. It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true; it's called Life. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. But most of all, you need to forget about it, do not be a prisoner of your fate, for you cannot change it. One thing that I cannot change is how I am feeling inside; apart from wanting to give up, I need, I feel that I am holding on to hope and fate, that are but merely two words designed to make you believe in small things such as miracles.

“I won’t give you Don if you have made friends with the enemy.” “I thought you might say that, but here’s the thing: you're dying from colon cancer. All the money you are wasting on the treatment is only making you worse. You won’t live another year, maybe not even six months. A painful death awaits you as the cancer destroys your body. If you die before handing me Don then someone could challenge me to be Don. Is that a risk you are truly willing to take especially when I can offer you the peaceful death you wish. A death that you have a say in.” I defend.

"You had no choice to do what? God-damn talk to me Dylan! What's so hard for you to say? I'm going insane in this place!" "It is either we face death or death faces us."

asked Cynthia shocked. " Questions... Questions... Questions ... a lot of questions ... I know you have enough time to ask millions of questions running in your mind but I don't have time to answer them ... I am dying... I have to do important work before I die otherwise my soul won't get peace ever ." said the pigeon

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."