Famous last words
In my manuscript currently with my agent there is a quote from the death bed of Albert Einstein. Along the lines of it being his time. It was poignant, but they were not his last words. His last words were in German – whispered into the ear of a nurse who spoke only English.
They could have been the answer to our existence – or they could have been like these last words spoken by famous writers:
Is it not meningitis?
- Louisa M. Alcott (pictured), d. 1888
I can’t sleep.
- James M. Barrie, d. 1937
Go away. I’m all right.
- H. G. Wells, d. 1946
Good-bye… why am I hemorrhaging?
- Boris Pasternak, d. 1959
Does nobody understand?
- James Joyce, d. 1941
I did find a couple with comedic timing:
Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
- Walter De La Mare, d. 1956
Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.
- Oscar Wilde, d. November 30, 1900
And then there were the tragic:
Turn up the lights, I don’t want to go home in the dark.
- O. Henry (William Sidney Porter), d. June 4, 1910
Nothing, but death.
When asked by her sister, Cassandra, if there was anything she wanted.
- Jane Austen, d. July 18, 1817
I must go in, the fog is rising.
- Emily Dickinson, d. 1886
But I will leave you with this gem:
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
- Lord George Byron, d. 1824
Oh my goodness – Jane Austen’s last words gave me gooosebumps…how sad
I know! There were other sad ones too. Like Charlotte Bronte to her husband (a reverend): Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.