Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration. — Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution
Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration. — Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution
Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration. — Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution
Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration. — Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution
Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration. — Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution
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Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration.

— Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution
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More “Dying” Quotes

The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, f — Walter Scott, The Lay of the Last Minstrel 1805
Be calm. God awaits you at the door. — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
It seems impossible to wheedle his way out of his impending death. No one has before him. But just as a young person fee — M. Starks, Aulay
Love will commit, or love will commit suicide. — Anthony Liccione
War sounds romantic, heroic even, until everyone you know starts dying. — Amy A. Bartol, Under Different Stars
You were right the first time, Cathy. It was a stupid, silly story.Ridiculous! Only insane people would die for the sake — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
The lesson learned: never take your loved ones for granted. And if you're ever lucky enough to find that one person in l — Sebastian Cole, Sand Dollar: A Story of Undying Love
Death reminds us that life is a temporary privilege, not an endless right. — Craig D. Lounsbrough
When we all part from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have to share is his own st — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
Perhaps my gift to you will be as simple as a single word, whispered into your ear by one of your servants as you lie on — Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion
Here is the story of how I died. I wish it were a glamorous story; sadly, there was little glamour in my death. The end — L.A. Kennedy, The Divisions
In the vast spectrum of space-time’s coeternal continuum, I am but a glint of bundled energy held together by the transl — Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls