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“When you’re dying, even your unhappiest memories can induce a sort of fondness, as if delight is not confined to the good times, but is woven through your days like a skein of gold thread.”
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“As we are enabled to live longer, we are also condemned to die longer.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“The short answer to the question of what I'll miss most is Shin, my husband of thirty-one years, and the faces of my children.
The long answer is the world and everything in it: wind, sun, rain, snow and all the rest.
And I will miss being around to see what happens next, how things turn out, whether my children's lives will prove as lucky as my own.”
― Dying: A Memoir
The long answer is the world and everything in it: wind, sun, rain, snow and all the rest.
And I will miss being around to see what happens next, how things turn out, whether my children's lives will prove as lucky as my own.”
― Dying: A Memoir
“But I will not miss dying. It is by far the hardest thing I have ever done, and I will be glad when it’s over.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“We are all just a millimetre away from death, all of the time, if only we knew it.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“but escape continued to be my main aim in life, possibly my only aim.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“I still write so as not to feel alone in the world, but now I type. What is lost in the process is the hand-drawn aspect of the written word—some of the magic has faded, as it must do from all childhood pleasures. They begin and they end.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“To become a mother is to die to oneself in some essential way. After I had children I was no longer an individual separate from other individuals. I leaked into everyone else.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“I think we’re a species with godlike pretensions but an animal nature, and that, of all of the animals that have ever walked the earth, we are by far the most dangerous.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“We have lost our common rituals and our common language for dying, and must either improvise, or fall back on traditions about which we feel deeply ambivalent. I am talking especially about people like me, who have no religious faith.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“If I tell these little histories now, it is because they conjure a feeling of what it was like to be me back then, the same but different, the body still growing up and out into the world instead of contracting and retreating from it. It’s often said that life is short. But life is also simultaneous, all of our experiences existing in time together, in the flesh. For what are we, if not a body taking a mind for a walk, just to see what’s there? And, in the end, where do we get to, if not back to a beginning that we’ve never really left behind? Time present and time past / Are both perhaps present in time future / And time future contained in time past. It is all, according to T. S. Eliot, the same thing. I am a girl and I am a dying woman. My body is my journey, the truest record of all I have done and seen, the site of all my joys and heartbreaks, of all my misapprehensions and blinding insights. If I feel the need to relive the journey it is all there written in runes on my body. Even my cells remember it, all that sunshine I bathed in as a child, too much as it turned out. In my beginning is my end.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“So many times I've wondered what might have happened to me if I had lost my legs, or even just my right one, where my first melanoma appeared two or three years later. If I'd been a second slower stepping away from the car, I might not be dying now. I'd be legless, of course, but still in good health. Of these fateful forks in the road our lives are made up. We are all just a millimetre away from death, all of the time, if only we knew it.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“Grief can accumulate,” she said. “Little losses one after the other can mount up.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“It's often said that life is short. But life is also simultaneous, all of our experiences existing in time together, in the flesh. For what are we, if not a body taking a mind for a walk, just to see what's there? And, in the end, where do we get to, if not back to a beginning that we've never really left behind? Time present and time past / Are both perhaps present in time future / And time future contained in time past. It is all, according to T.S. Eliot, the same thing. I am a girl and I am a dying woman. My body is my journey, the truest record of all I have done and seen, the site of all my joys and heartbreaks, of all my misapprehensions and blinding insights. if I feel the need to relive the journey it is all there written in runes on my body. Even my cells remember it, all that sunshine I bathed in as a child, too much as it turned out. In my beginning is my end.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“But then, as Sartre says, everybody dies too early or too late.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“Every love story is a potential grief story,” says Julian Barnes in Levels of Life,”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“It is her proposition that our essence is perceptible. She has seen a lot of people die.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“The more wakeful I become the more I yearn for the state of unknowing from which I emerged back then.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“None of my past troubles could compete with the death of a child, not my parents’ messy divorce, or my own romantic flounderings, or my failures and setbacks as a writer.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“Now I see the life I’ve lived as the only life, a singularity, saturated with its own oneness.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“I wonder, for instance, if our laws reflect some deep aversion amongst medical professionals here towards the idea of relinquishing control of the dying process into the hands of the patient. I wonder if this aversion might stem from a more general belief in the medical profession that death represents a form of failure.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“Despite the ubiquity of death, it seems strange that there are so few opportunities to publicly discuss dying.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“In the past, whenever someone has asked me where I’m from, I’ve always struggled to answer.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“I also joined Dignitas in Switzerland, where it is legal for foreigners to obtain assistance to die, provided they are suffering from a terminal illness.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“Ze zijn misschien geen thuis, maar het zijn wel plaatsen die me hebben getekend, mijn voorkeuren hebben gevormd, sympathieën hebben geschapen. Samen nemen ze de ruimte in mijn hart in waar mijn thuis zou hebben gezeten als ik dat had gehad.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“there is a price to be paid for wanting to be everywhere and nowhere,”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“And yet one cannot face death without reflecting on questions of religious faith, or the lack of it, and on matters of morality, or its absence. For instance, I wonder whether doctors here are discouraged from talking about death with their patients by the strictly scientific and secular nature of the way our medicine is taught and practiced.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“I still write so as not to feel alone in the world, but now I type. What is lost in the process is the hand-drawn aspect of the written word—some of the magic has faded, as it must do from all childhood pleasures.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“For what are we, if not a body taking a mind for a walk, just to see what’s there? And, in the end, where do we get to, if not back to a beginning that we’ve never really left behind?”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
“The problem with reverie is that you always assume you know how the unlived life turns out.”
― Dying: A Memoir
― Dying: A Memoir
