The Last Words Of Famous Writers
When youâve dedicated your life to words, itâs important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: âGoodnight my kitten.â Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: âI want nothing but death.â In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: âI canât sleep.â
L. Frank Baum: âNow I can cross the shifting sands.â
Edgar Allan Poe: âLord help my poor soul.â
Thomas Hobbes: âI am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,â
Alfred Jarry: âI am dyingâŚplease, bring me a toothpick.â
Hunter S. Thompson: âRelax â this wonât hurt.â
Henrik Ibsen: âOn the contrary!â
Anton Chekhov: âI havenât had champagne for a long time.â
Mark Twain: âGood bye. If we meetââ Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: âIs it not meningitis?â Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: âSince the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.â
Washington Irving: âI have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?â
Leo Tolstoy: âBut the peasantsâŚhow do the peasants die?â
Hans Christian Andersen: âDonât ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.â
Charles Dickens: âOn the ground!â He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: âGo away! Iâm all right.â He didnât know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: âMore light.â
W.C. Fields: âGoddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!â âCarlottaâ was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: âNow, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.â When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: âIâve had 18 straight whiskiesâŚI think thatâs the record.â
George Bernard Shaw: âDying is easy, comedy is hard.â
Henry David Thoreau: âMooseâŚIndian.â
James Joyce: âDoes nobody understand?â
Oscar Wilde: âEither the wallpaper goes, or I do.âÂ
Bob Hope: âSurprise me.â He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
Roald Dahlâs last words are commonly believed to be âyou know, Iâm not frightened. Itâs just that I will miss you all so much!â 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 âow, fuckâ
Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be âI do not believe in my death,â but instead, they were actually, âWhere is my clock?â
Emily Dickinson:Â âI must go in, the fog is rising.â