I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I believe the thought would ...drive me mad on my death-bed could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to her soil. I would not even feed her worms if I could help it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A proper autobiography is a death-bed confession. A true man finds so much work to do that he has no time to contemplate his yeste...rdays; for to-day and to-morrow are here, with their impatient tasks. The world is so busy, too, that it cannot afford to study any man's unfinished work; for the end may prove it a failure, and the world needs masterpieces.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Promise me solemnly," I said to her as she lay on what I believed to be her death bed, "if you find in the world beyond the grave... that you can communicate with me--that there is some way in which you can make me aware of your continued existence--promise me solemnly that you will never, never avail yourself of it." She recovered and never, never forgave me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a... woman.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or w...ith martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"To-morrow," Mrs. Viveash interrupted him, "will be as awful as to-day." She breathed it like a truth from beyond the grave premat...urely revealed, expiringly from her death-bed within.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken, Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent... Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken By the injustice of the skies for punishment?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, yes, I'd do it all again; the spirit is willing yet; I feel the same desire to do the work but the flesh is weak. It's too bad... that our bodies wear out while our interests are just as strong as ever.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I hope there will be no effort to put up a shaft or any monument of that sort in memory of me or of the other women who have given... themselves to our work. The best kind of a memorial would be a school where girls could be taught everything useful that would help them to earn an honorable livelihood; where they could learn to do anything they were capable of, just as boys can. I would like to have lived to see such a school as that in every great city of the United States.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »