49 Quotes About Last Word

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 want to go too! I want to go too! " And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going. John Green

I'm bored with it all. - Last Words Winston S. Churchill

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 believe that's a record, " before dying. Alaska's favorite was playwright Eugene O'Neill: "Born in a hotel room, and-- God damn it--died in a hotel room." Even car-accident victims sometimes have time for last words. Princess Diana said, "Oh God. What's happened?" Movie star James Dean said, "They've got to see us, " just before slamming his Porsche into another car. I know so many last words. But I will never know hers. . John Green

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 that death's image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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 last ones will be: "I love you, Janet.") [They were. -Janet.] Isaac Asimov

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

They found a coin and helped him to the telescope. He complained and insulted them, but they helped him look at each individual letter in turn. The first letter was a 'w, ' the second an 'e.' Then there was a gap. An 'a' followed, then a 'p, ' an 'o, ' and an 'l.'Marvin paused for a rest. After a few moments they resumed and let him see the 'o, ' the 'g, ' the 'i, ' the 'z, ' and the 'e.'The next two words were 'for' and 'the.' The last one was a long one, and Marvin needed another rest before the could tackle it. It started with 'i, ' then 'n, ' then 'c.' Next came an 'o' and an 'n, ' followed by a 'v, ' an 'e, ' another 'n, ' and an 'i.'After a final pause, Marvin gathered his strength for the last stretch. He read the 'e, ' the 'n, ' the 'c, ' and at last the final 'e, ' and staggered back into their arms.' I think, ' he murmured at last from deep within his corroding, rattling thorax, 'I feel good about it.' The lights went out in his eyes for absolutely the very last time ever. . Douglas Adams

I don't know if you have children of your own, Mariamjo, but if you do I pray that God look after them and spare you the grief that I have known. I still dream of them. I still dream of my dead children. I have dreams of you too, Mariam jo. Imiss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all those times we fished together. Do you remember all those times we fished together? You were a good daughter, Mariam jo, and I cannot ever think of you without feeling shame and regret. Regret… When it comes to you, Mariamjo, I have oceans of it. I regret that I did not see you the day you came to Herat. I regret that I did not open the door and take you in. I regret that I did not make you adaughter to me, that l let you live in that place for all those years. And for what? Fear of losing face? Of staining my so called good name? How little those things matter to me now after all the loss, all the terrible things I have seen in this cursed war. But now, of course, it is too late. Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone. Now all I can do is say that you were a good daughter, Mariamjo, and that I never deserved you. Now all I can do is ask for yourforgiveness. So forgive me, Mariamjo. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Khaled Hosseini

I don't know if you have children of your own, Mariamjo, but if you do I pray that God look after them and spare you the grief that I have known. I still dream of them. I still dream of my dead children. I have dreams of you too, Mariam jo. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all those times we fished together. Do you remember all those times we fished together? You were a good daughter, Mariam jo, and I cannot ever think of you without feeling shame and regret. Regret… When it comes to you, Mariamjo, I have oceans of it. I regret that I did not see you the day you came to Herat. I regret that I did not open the door and take you in. I regret that I did not make you a daughter to me, that l let you live in that place for all those years. And for what? Fear of losing face? Of staining my so called good name? How little those things matter to me now after all the loss, all the terrible things I have seen in this cursed war. But now, of course, it is too late. Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone. Now all I can do is say that you were a good daughter, Mariamjo, and that I never deserved you. Now all I can do is ask for yourforgiveness. So forgive me, Mariamjo. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Khaled Hosseini

I don't know if you have children of your own, Mariamjo, but if you do I pray that God look after them and spare you the grief that I have known. I still dream of them. I still dream of my dead children. I have dreams of you too, Mariam jo. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all those times we fished together. Do you remember all those times we fished together? You were a good daughter, Mariam jo, and I cannot ever think of you without feeling shame and regret. Regret… When it comes to you, Mariamjo, I have oceans of it. I regret that I did not see you the day you came to Herat. I regret that I did not open the door and take you in. I regret that I did not make you a daughter to me, that l let you live in that place for all those years. And for what? Fear of losing face? Of staining my so called good name? How little those things matter to me now after all the loss, all the terrible things I have seen in this cursed war. But now, of course, it is too late. Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone. Now all I can do is say that you were a good daughter, Mariamjo, and that I never deserved you. Now all I can do is ask for your forgiveness. So forgive me, Mariamjo. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Khaled Hosseini

Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of Charles Dickens

Never wait until the end of your life to realize you have not live to fully love. Lailah Gifty Akita

The paper burns, but the words fly free. Akiba Ben Joseph

But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to forgive, then forgive. You think, when you’re seventeen, there’s time enough for that, but there’s not. There’s no time at all.” I squeezed her hand, trying to think of how to respond. But she took the burden from me and kept whispering. “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. Laura Anderson Kurk

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

No one has ever properly understood me, I have never fully understood anyone; and no one understands anyone else Unknown

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

Why didn't they ask the Evans? Agatha Christie

Kiss someone like it's the last one you give. Unknown

A man of your valor deserves not another breath. Craig R. Key

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, 'It was a privilege to have lived.' The soulful gratitude of that simple statement will never leave me. Daniel Klein

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

He felt weighted down by guilt and regret for what might have been his last words to all of them. Karen Ann Wirtz

We already had three steps behind us." Hold on, Lia, " I whispered. Hold on for me. Mary E. Pearson

Everyone kept asking me to stay, so I did. D.A. Paul

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

Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est.( Applaud, my friends, the comedy is Ludwig Van Beethoven

I have offended God and mankind because my work didn't reach the quality it should have. Leonardo Da Vinci

I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. Oliver Sacks

Oh build your ship of death, oh build it in time and build it lovingly, and put it between the hands of your soul. D.h. Lawrence

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

This could be addictive. Kevin Pietersen

How can you say it was all a lie?” I ask, just above a whisper. “Matt was my best friend. I loved him that way always. ‘We have to look out for her.’ That was the last thing he said to me alone. And then he died. What was I supposed to do, Frank? Tell me? Sarah Ockler

The rest is silence. William Shakespeare

Remember us. Remember us as we used to be, before the universe turned against us. Young, beautiful, strong, brave, admirable, loved, loving...' --Alema Rar Aaron Allston