13 January
Reblog — The Last Words Of Famous Writers
When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.
- Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
- Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
- J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
- L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
- Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
- Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
- Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
- Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
- Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
- Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
- Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
- Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
- Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
- Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
- Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
- Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
- Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
- H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
- W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
- Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
- Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
- George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
- Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
- James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
- Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.”
- Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
- Roald Dahl’s last words are commonly believed to be “you know, I’m not frightened. It’s just that I will miss you all so much!” which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered “ow, fuck”
- Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be “I do not believe in my death,” but instead, they were actually, “Where is my clock?”
- Emily Dickinson: “I must go in, the fog is rising.”
