Cat Dying Quotes

Yeah," Bryce said, "but I mean, I drove her to it, you know? That's the thing. If I just hadn't broken up with her - " "You have a pretty high opinion of yourself, don't you?" He looked taken aback. "What?" "Well, your assumption that she killed herself because you broke up with her. I don't think that's why she killed herself at all. She killed herself because she was sick. You had nothing to do with making her that way. Your breaking up with her may have acted as a sort of catalyst for her final breakdown, but it could just have easily been some other crisis in her life - her parents getting divorced, her not making the cheerleader squad, her cat dying. Anything. So try not to be so hard on yourself. ~ Meg Cabot

I'm thinking about the cat dying, Dulcie and her knife against my throat, Mrs Irvin and her St Thomas bone ... But never my sister. A brother rarely thinks about his sister. ~ Louis Nowra

He possessed the power to depart, as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten. ~ Emily Bronte

His own true hidden reality that he had desired to know grew palpable, recognizable. It seemed to him just this: a great, glad, abounding hope that he had saved his brother; too expansive to be contained by the limited form of a sole man, it yearned for a new embodiment infinite as the stars.
What did it matter to that true reality that the man's brain shrank, shrank, till it was nothing; that the man's body could not retain the huge pain of his heart, and heaved it out through the red exit riven at the neck: that hurtling blackness blotted out forever the man's sight, hearing, sense? ~ Clemence Housman

After four or five months of reading Hemingway, I decided to write a story. I had in the past written stories for English classes. These had all been about white people, because white people's stories seemed to matter more. Also, I hadn't known how to write about Indians. How would I translate the various family relations, the difference between an uncle who is a father's brother and an uncle who is a mother's brother? Having read Hemingway, I knew that I should just push all the exotic things to the side as if they didn't matter, that this was how one used exoticism - by not bothering to explain.

The first story I wrote was about my brother coughing. I woke one night to the sound of Birju coughing downstairs and then could not go back to sleep. To be woken this way and not be able to return to sleep struck me as sad enough to merit a reader's attention. Also, Hemingway had written a story about a man being woken because somebody is dying nearby, and the man is forced to witness the death.

I got up from my bed and turned on the light. I then returned to bed with a spiral-bound notebook and placed it against my knees. I began my story in the middle of the action the way Hemingway did. I wrote:

The coughing wakes me. My wife coughs and coughs, and then when her throat is clear, she moans. The nurse's aide moves back and forth downstairs. The hospital bed jingles.

I wrote that it was a spouse coughing because that seemed something a re ~ Akhil Sharma

What is love ?
a man was dying in pain.he turned and saw his beloved put knife in his back.He just smile and whisper "My love ,are you sure ? your hand did not hurt ~ Mohammed Zaki Ansari

What? She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner. ~ Eileen Wilks

I fight for the men I've held in my arms, dying on foreign soil. I fight for their wives and children, who's names I heard whispered in their last breaths. I fight for we few who did come home, only to find our country full of strangers wearing familiar faces. I fight for my people impoverished to pay the debts of an Empire too weak to rule them, yet brands them criminals for wanting to rule themselves! I fight so that all the fighting I've already done hasn't been for nothing. I fight... because I must." ―Ulfric Stormcloak ~ Skyrim

The three most celebrated doctors on the island have been to see me. One sniffed at what I spat, the second tapped where I spat from, and the third sounded me and listened as I spat. The first said I was dead, the second that I was dying and the third that I'm going to die. ~ Frederic Chopin

Ah cher ami, how poor in invention men are! They are They always think one commits suicide for a reason. But it's quite possible to commit suicide for two reasons. No, that never occurs to them. So what's the good of dying intentionally, of sacrificing yourself to the idea you want people to have of you? Once you are dead, they will take advantage of it to attribute idiotic or vulgar motives to your action. Martyrs, cher ami, must choose between being forgotten, mocked, or made use of. As for being understood
never! ~ Albert Camus

Don't act like I'm dying and you're not. I just have a better idea of when it's happening to me. ~ Lindy Zart

In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other. ~ Henry Miller

The smallest feline is a masterpiece. ~ Leonardo Da Vinci

Acting is such a desperately futile profession anyway. Playing out the lives
of other men. Knowing of their failures and successes long before they ever
do. Living, suffering, murdering, dying … all in the space of three hours.
Sometimes only two. And in such a confined little area. And over and over
again every night. Can you imagine anything more perfectly stupid?
Squeezing a whole existence into a measly evening's entertainment on the
stage? And not only that – in the middle of it all – pausing for an
intermission. It makes one's own life seem unbearably preposterous,
doesn't it? ~ Morris Panych

Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe ... but failing to open the box doesn't kill the cat. ~ John Green

None of us are afraid of dying. We are afraid of living in this kind of oppression. ~ Ann Denton

You have to learn how to die if you wanna be alive. ~ Jeff Tweedy

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned. ~ Charles Bukowski

Ever wonder why your cat jumps on the lap of the guest that doesn't like cats?

It is because people who don't like cats will do things cats like during greetings.

They squint their eyes, turn their heads and avoid direct contact with the cat. The cat's view is these people are saying hello and being non-threatening, and, sure enough, he ends up on their lap. ~ Carol Griglione

There may be people who like centipedes ... Personally, I would regard such an individual with deep suspicion. I have just petted my cat: "And how is this good little cat beast?" Now what sort of man or woman or monster would stroke a centipede on his underbelly? "And here is my good big centipede!" If such a man exists, I say kill him without more ado. He is a traitor to the human race. ~ William S. Burroughs

I don't wear much make up, but always have a bit of sheen on my cheeks, curled lashes, mascara and a bit of lip gloss. When it comes to hair styling I use Pantene Pro-V. The new Pantene Pro-V Aqua Light products are perfect for my hair, as it still gives it gorgeous condition but doesn't weigh it down. ~ Cat Deeley

If you are ignorant enough, you can walk like a cat on the slippery roof-ridge of danger. ~ Austin O'Malley

Howl's voice was presently heard shouting weakly, Help me, someone! I'm dying from neglect up here! ~ Diana Wynne Jones

Jim turned his head slowly to look into my eyes and shuddered. It's the closest I've ever felt to dying. ~ Susan Oakey-Baker

Nick wouldn't dream of going on a case without his beloved cat. After all, they had been together for over three hundred years. ~ Abramelin Keldor

I wanted so badly to be straight like my friends. But I couldn't change it any more than I could change having brown eyes. And I knew I would never fit into what kids thought was normal. ~ Cat Cora

You're that weird cat-eared cosplay-kid! ~ Peach-Pit

Women when they marry buy a cat in the bag. ~ Michel De Montaigne

Dying was never as hard as having to live again. ~ Lynn Vroman

I can't function here anymore. I mean in life: I can't function in this life. I'm no better off than when I was in bed last night, with one difference: when I was in my own bed - or my mom's - I could do something about it; now that I'm here I can't do anything. I can't ride my bike to the Brooklyn Bridge; I can't take a whole bunch of pills and go for the good sleep; the only thing I can do is crush my head in the toilet seat, and I still don't even know if that would work. They take away your options and all you can do is live, and it's just like Humble said: I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of living. I was afraid before, but I'm afraid even more now that I'm a public joke. The teachers are going to hear from the students. They'll think I'm trying to make an excuse for bad work. ~ Ned Vizzini

Dorcas, you already reek like a Marseilles cat house; don't wheedle Mike for more stinkum. ~ Robert A. Heinlein

Sometimes people don't have to say or do anything weird. They just sit there, quietly sipping tea, all the while putting out an ultrasonic scream like they are dying inside. ~ Adam Baker

All religions are nothing but a science - or an art - to teach you how to die. And the only way to teach you how to die is to teach you how to live. They are not separate. If you know what right living is, you will know what right dying is. So the first thing, or the most fundamental thing is: how to live. ~ Rajneesh

Children surrender nothing when faced with the world: it is the world that gives up, over and over again. By so giving up, of course, it renews itself - that is the secret. Dying in order to live, that sort of thing. ~ Gregory Maguire

Healthy people are those who live in healthy homes on a healthy diet; in an environment equally fit for birth, growth work, healing, and dying ... Healthy people need no bureaucratic interference to mate, give birth, share the human condition and die. ~ Ivan Illich

What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying? ~ Marie Lu

All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite. We feel what the Japanese call "aware"
an almost untranslatable word meaning something like "beauty tinged with sadness. ~ Gretel Ehrlich

We are all dying one by one. We all smell of mortality, and we can't wash it off. ~ Siri Hustvedt

It is the Buddhist belief that at every moment the universe is not only dying but being reborn. ~ Frederick Lenz

A great band name would be Tickling Whiskers. Especially if the lead singer is a cat. I'd love to audition for backup dancer. ~ Jarod Kintz

Only a single cat notices them in this moment and though the cat recognizes this mistake for what it is, it does not interfere. It is not the way of cats to interfere with fate. ~ Erin Morgenstern

She never would have dreamed that she could do this without dying of mortification - ­staring unabashedly into a man's eyes while he fondled her most intimate places and she stroked his. But it wasn't nearly as awkward as Nora had worried it might be. This was Dash, after all. They were merely two ­people who'd been acquainted all their lives, getting to know one another in this new, thrilling way. ~ Tessa Dare

If a cat stays, it's a true bond. They are intelligent, you see, they don't tend to rely on humans. He must have really loved the old man to want to stay here with him.' 'So even though he wanted to be alone, his cat stayed behind for him. That's lovely,' I mused, smiling. ~ Clare Wilson

If you make a fool of yourself in front of a cat, he will sneer at you, if you are sober; he will leave the room if you are drunk. If you make a fool of yourself in front a dog, he will make a fool of himself, too. ~ Chuck Jones

The cat does more for the war effort than you do. He acts as a hot-water bottle and saves fuel and power. ~ Winston Churchill

Dying in the line of duty is heroic, but dying while unemployed is just stupid. ~ Tsugumi Ohba

Coming up. A large tawny cat announced this to me at the same moment that he effortlessly elevated onto my lap. I stared at him in surprise. ~ Robin Hobb

Hung in the scales
with beauty and atrocity:
with the Dying Gaul
too strictly compassed
on his shield
with the actual weight
of each hooded victim,
slashed and dumped. ~ Seamus Heaney

While Mr Loveday aired my lady's sheets, I set to scratching up a supper. With not even time to change from my own damp clothes I had in one-half hour some welcoming tea steaming and hot brandy to mix a punch. Our bill of fare was the remnants of Mrs Garland's Yorkshire Pie, still sound and savory, fried bacon, and a hillock of roasted rabbits that disappeared as quickly as I made them. The last of the seed cake was eaten too, with a douse of brandy sprinkled over it to warm us.
'She will not eat those beggarly scraps,' said Jesmire, the spiteful old cat, when I took a tray of food to my lady's door. Yet I did see a slice of brandied cake disappear. I knew my mistress well enough by then, and she was a slave to her sugar tooth. ~ Martine Bailey

She stood looking carefully at the labeled portraits Ursala had put up: Little Crow, Chief of the Santees, Geronimo, last of the Apaches, and Ursala's favorite, Big Foot, dying in the snow at Wounded Knee.
"Isn't that where the massacre was?" asked Ellen.
"Yes. I'm going to go there when I'm grown up. To Wounded Knee."
"That seems sensible," said Ellen. ~ Eva Ibbotson