Best 37 quotes in «famous last words quotes» category

I don't know how it got to this, but I'm in a war. There's no chance for diplomacy. They want me dead and I don't think I can run from this. Not after what they've done to me. So if this is a war, then I'm going to take the fight to them. I'll raid their lair and I'll kill as many as I can. There seem to be endless numbers of them, but they've got to have a limit. Tonight we'll find out if there are more of them than there is fight in me.

I'd rather be eaten by a dragon.

I'm waiting for the piece of shit to crawl out from under his rock. If it is who she said it is, then I'll be there to kick the throne from beneath his filthy, lying, murdering backside.” - Nik Driver

Let all brave Prussians follow me!

There’s nothing to be scared of, right Akhol?” He said nothing as he stepped toward the rushing water that rolled around a big rock and was swallowed whole by impenetrable darkness. “Right?” Andrew repeated, his voice swallowed by the sound of rushing water. Akhol didn’t respond again. He tapped a foot above the water before he stepped in and disappeared beneath the surface in one fluid motion.

They couldn't hit an elephant at this distance.

Those were my last words. To be listed in some book of quotations, alphabetically after Wilde: Wilde, Oscar (of the wallpaper in his bedroom): “Either it goes, or I do.” Wilding, Adelyn (of the gum splooches on the sidewalk): “Ditto.”

What say you, Empress of Praes? Here you lie upon the blood-soaked ruins of your dominion, surrounded by the corpses of the legions that once swarmed over the world. Hundreds of thousands dead for the sake of your wretched ambition, your mad design to bring to heel the kingdoms of man. In all the history of Creation no one woman has been so wicked as you, and I will have my answer. Why, o Empress of Ruins?” She shrugged. “Why not?” – Last lines of the “The Fall of Empress Triumphant, First and Only of Her Name

What could possibly go wrong?

Tvert imot.

All is lost. Monks, monks, monks!

A miserable, self-destructive, death rocker...better to burn out than to fade away.

All my possessions for a moment of time.

All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.

Can you still have any famous last words if you're somebody nobody knows?

Better is the sinner who hath thoughts about God, than the saint who hath only the show of sanctity.

Dammit, don't you dare ask God to help me!

Die, my dear? Why that's the last thing I'll do!

I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.

Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.

Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case.

Did you think I was immortal?

Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain?

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

I have something to say: it's better to burn out, than to fade away.

I'm tired of being the funniest person in the room.

I shall look forward to a pleasant time.

That was the best ice-cream soda I ever tasted.

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

Let me go to the house of the Father.

Show my head to the people. It is worth seeing.

That was a great game of golf, fellers.

The executioner is, I believe, very expert; and my neck is very slender

Don't Shoot! I'm Che. I'm worth more to you alive than dead!

The taste of death is upon my lips.  I feel something that is not of this earth.

Why not? After all, it belongs to him.

Fran had from an unsuitably early age been attracted by the heroic death, the famous last words, the tragic farewell. Her parents had on their shelves a copy of Brewer's 'Dictionary of Phase and fable', a book which, as a teenager, she would morbidly browse for hours. One of her favourite sections was 'Dying Sayings', with its fine mix of the pious, the complacent, the apocryphal, the bathetic and the defiant. Artists had fared well: Beethoven was alleged to have said 'I shall hear in heaven'; the erotic painter Etty had declared 'Wonderful! Wonderful this death!'; and Keats had died bravely, generously comforting his poor friend Severn. Those about to be executed had clearly had time to prepare a fine last thought, and of these she favoured the romantic Walter Raleigh's, 'It matters little how the head lies, so the heart be right'. Harriet Martineau, who had suffered so much as a child from religion, as Fran had later discovered, had stoically remarked, 'I see no reason why the existence of Harriet Martineau should be perpetuated', an admirably composed sentiment which had caught the child Fran's attention long before she knew who Harriet Martineau was. But most of all she had liked the parting of Siward the Dane who had commended his men: 'Lift me up that I may die standing, not lying down like a cow'.