Died Quote by Siegfried Sassoon

“His wet white face and miserable eyes Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: But hoarse and low and rapid rose and…

— Siegfried Sassoon

It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it…

— Cormac McCarthy

“For himself, he grew desperate; his sorrow was of the king that will not lament, he neither wept nor prayed - he cursed and…

— Emily Brontë

As the Christian's sorrows multiply, his patience grows, until, with sweet, unruffled quiet, he can confront the ills of life, and, though inwardly wincing,…

— George Horace Lorimer

“My eyes moved over his face. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones twisted in agony. Even writhing he was beautiful, muscles clenching and unclenching,…

— Andrea Cremer

He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most…

— Anonymous

“With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of…

— Anonymous

“Slowed down by a sense of hopelessness in all his decisions and movements, he suffered from bitter sadness, and his incapacity solidified into a…

— Robert Musil

“He could not talk himself out of pain any longer. He had no one to be strong for. So finally, he cried. He cried…

— Rachel Simon

“The words came from him like a sob, a hoarse sound like the death rattle of a dying man; it seemed indeed like the…

— Honoré de Balzac

“He wrote with terrible rapidity, the twig in his fingers rilling blood without renewal; but in the middle of a sentence his hands denied…

— Ambrose Bierce

“He lay still, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly before him, and drifted into dreams of his problems, compulsively living out dialogues, summing up emotional…

— Richard Wright