I don't know who said it but: "And now for the big secret."
What would I say?...I would probably look my heirs in the eyes, presuminng I had anything left, and utter: " Would you mind putting a mirror under my nose to confirm my demise!"
I don't know who said it but: "And now for the big secret."
What would I say?...I would probably look my heirs in the eyes, presuminng I had anything left, and utter: " Would you mind putting a mirror under my nose to confirm my demise!"
(Friends applaud, the comedy is over)
Ludwig van Beethoven
Something From The Past Just Comes
And Stares Into My Soul
i think i will say something like what this guy said
Pancho Villa, Mexican revolutionary leader:
"Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something…"
deus ex machina
Azeglio Massino said " Ah louisa' you always arrive just as am leaving" I wonder who that will be for me.....
Let's live so that when we die even the undertaker will be sorry
Benjamin Franklin's is great. His daughter told him to move into a more comfortable position on his bed, and he said "A dying man does nothing easy." and died.
Tomorrow always holds the promise of something new and exciting. I am the Jetsons meet the Flintstones.
αλλα γαρ ηδη ωρα απιεναι, εμοι μεν αποθανουμενω, υμιν δε βιωσομενοις: οποτεροι δε ημων ερχονται επι αμεινον πραγμα, αδηλον παντι πλην η τω θεω.
Sophocles' last words in Plato's Apology: "But now the hour is already upon us, for me to die and you all to keep on living. Which of us has got the better end of the deal is unknown to all except to god."
Pardon the lack of accents.
TCE
The American Civil War has more than it's share of famous death-bed quotes...a dying general (of pneumonia) said..."Come. Let us walk under the elm trees and rest awhile in the shade."
The general to whom the previous poster refers was Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson.
Beethoven, who had waited a supply of Rhenish wine to help control a lung condition was informed that the medicine had arrived. "Too late," he is quoted as saying before turning to the wall for the last time.
Puccini, comatose for days, suddenly sat up and cried, "My poor Butterfly."
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, who died of childbed fever, had puppies licking her nipples to relieve the pressure (I'm not making this up). She expired during one of these "cures" with the words, "I am in Heaven."
A criminal (whose name escapes me), unrepentant at his execution, spoke to reporters. "And whatever you write, don't let my last word be "please"!"
My own last words -- I hope I have the wit to say: "The vast treasure is hidden in the - the ---- aaaaargh!"
You'd better get the timing right.Originally Posted by musicman
Henrik Ibsen's sister: (to a visiting friend) Henrik is feeling much better today.
Henrik Ibsen: On the contrary! (dies)
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
The Red Baron: "Kaput." (The end.)
Ahhh, so simple!
Tomorrow always holds the promise of something new and exciting. I am the Jetsons meet the Flintstones.
H. D. Thoreu's last words: "Moose...indian..." (thinks to himself) Heh. That'll keep 'em guessing.
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
I hope no one's used this one already.
The last words of President Grover Cleveland always tug at my heartstrings:
"I have tried so hard to do what is right."
Doesn't it make you want to comfort him? "You did fine, old boy, you did fine."
"arriba, siempre arriba" (higher, ever higher)
— georges chavez, last words after crashing his bleriot airplane on his trailblazing flight over the alps, september 1910.
"life is an illness" - Socrates
"Beware italics" - from the Emily of New Moon series by L.M. Montgomery.
Lost in silence.
The general ramblings and mutterings of a starving artist:http://www.online-literature.com/for...p?userid=27522