Final Words Quotes

“It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Love me, then, or hate me, as you will," I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“A great leap in the dark”
― Thomas Hobbes

“Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day—and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,—
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.”
― William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus

“For I, Sinuhe, am a human being. I have lived in everyone who existed before me and shall live in all who come after me. I shall live in human tears and laughter, in human sorrow and fear, in human goodness and wickedness, in justice and injustice, in weakness and strength. As a human being I shall live eternally in mankind. I desire no offerings at my tomb and no immortality for my name. This was written by Sinuhe, the Egyptian, who lived alone all the days of his life.”
― Mika Waltari, The Egyptian

“Jesus, Dolores, you've got to get yourself together. You've got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes - okay? - and get your fucking head right."
Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He'd closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer.
Softer. That would have been nice.”
― Dennis Lehane, Shutter Island

“The best part about being a writer is getting the last word.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Six days, and I have eaten nothing. It is night. I am sitting in my chair. Ah, God! I wonder have any ever felt the horror of life that I have come to know? I am swathed in terror. I feel ever the burning of this dread growth. It has covered all my right arm and side, and is beginning to creep up my neck. To-morrow, it will eat into my face. I shall become a terrible mass of living corruption. There is no escape. Yet, a thought has come to me, born of a sight of the gun-rack, on the other side of the room. I have looked again—with the strangest of feelings. The thought grows upon me. God, Thou knowest, Thou must know, that death is better, aye, better a thousand times than This. This! Jesus, forgive me, but I cannot live, cannot, cannot! I dare not! I am beyond all help—there is nothing else left. It will, at least, spare me that final horror… … .
"I think I must have been dozing. I am very weak, and oh! so miserable, so miserable and tired—tired. The rustle of the paper, tries my brain[…]”
― William Hope Hodgson, The House on the Borderland

“On the breeze, she could hear the final words of people who had died: 'No not yet!' And 'Please make sure someone remembers to feed Snowball.' And 'I hope someone clears my Internet browser.”
― Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the End of Time

“Kell's eyes went to the palace on last time, and he thought he could almost make out the shape of a man standing alone on a high balcony. At this distance, he was little more than a shadow, but Kell could see the band of gold glinting in his hair as a secong figure came to stand beside the king.

Rhy raised his hand, and so did Kell, a single unspoken word between them.

Anoshe.”
― V. E. Schwab

“Orgasme mortel! Päs mal sur la pierre tombale.”
― Julie Maroh, Le bleu est une couleur chaude

“I die the kings good servant, but God's first.”
― Thomas More

“No one ever said you had to pretend everything was ok. Grief means we loved fiercely. And if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best life." Hermes to Persephone.”
― Scarlett St. Clair

“At last!”
― Sophie Duchess of Hohenberg wife of Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

“Stretching forth his sword, Martin picked the crown from Ublaz's head with his bladetip. The thick, garnet-studded circlet slid down the hilt; Martin looked down at Ublaz, who was staring back at him in disbelief, his lips moving.
“Nobeast was mightier than me... Emperor... I was... Emp..."
Martin looped the crown onto his belt and squatted facing the dying pine marten. "So, yours wasn't the last name I heard, but here's the last name you'll ever hear. I say it for a friend whose kin you had murdered for a half-dozen pearls."
Martin brought his face closer to Ublaz and roared aloud, "Holt Lutraaaaaaa!”
― Brian Jacques, Pearls of Lutra

“He adds: And that's the only pretext you've found to go to your house, to fuck, to celebrate, what...? I burst out laughing; I don't know that it's my last laugh with him.”
― Philippe Besson, Lie With Me

“[Hook] had one last triumph, which I think we need not grudge him. As he stood on the bulwark looking over his shoulder at Peter gliding through the air, he invited him with a gesture to use his foot. It made Peter kick instead of stab.

At last Hook had got the boon for which he craved.

"Bad form," he cried jeeringly, and went content to the crocodile.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“One of the specimen carried a large bone in its gaping face. This probably explained where some of the Raktkalis’s missing staff has gone.

What a terrible final thought to have.”
― Audranasa

“Herald Loomis, you shining! You shining like new money!”
― August Wilson, Joe Turner's Come and Gone

“You left our side but not our heart.”
― Olen Yahya Khalil