I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

Sonya Hartnett
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I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.This quote is a phrase from a book by Paul Theroux called "The Last Train to Zona Verde." In this book, Theroux tells the story of a lady who is terminally ill and has a lot of time to think about her upcoming death. She comes up with this phrase. The context of this quote is that this lady has been contemplating the beauty in her life and how it will be lost when she dies.

Source: Surrender

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