quote by Anton Chekhov

Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.

— Anton Chekhov

Unusual Deathbed quotations

I'm very proud of my gold pocket watch. My grandfather, on his deathbed, sold me this watch.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

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

They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist...


I wish I had spent more time at the office.

At the end of our life, we ought to be able to look back over it from our deathbed and know somehow the world is a better place because we lived, we loved, we were other-centered, other-focused.

No one ever went to their deathbed saying, 'You know, I wish I'd eaten more rice cakes.

On out deathbeds we're not going to regret all the work we didn't do.

We're going to regret all the sex we didn't have!

Even Michelangelo on his deathbed thought he'd done nothing to ennoble art.

He wanted to destroy his work-the Pieta! And this from the greatest artist who ever lived. Of course I am not comparing my work to Michelangelo's. But this eternal dissatisfaction of the artist is what I was talking about.


I don't know anyone who said on their deathbed: 'Gee, I wish I'd spent more time at the office.'

The passionate ones, the ones who go after what they want, may not get what they want, but they remain vital, in touch with themselves, and when they lie on their deathbeds, they have few regrets.

In view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and on my deathbed shall be surrounded by numbskulls who will not understand what I am saying ... Whom am I sleeping with these days ? Franz Kafka.

Nurse, it was I who discovered that leeches have red blood.

[]On his deathbed when the nurse came to apply leeches

I know I am dying, but my deathbed is a bed of roses.

I have no thorns planted upon my dying pillow. Heaven is already begun!


Easter is always the answer to "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!"

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

Wherever your path takes you, may all your deathbed wishes come true, and may you celebrate each and every one of them many long years before your final breath.

I sympathize afresh with the mighty Voltaire who, when badgered on his deathbed and urged to renounce the devil, murmured that this was no time to be making enemies.

True ahimsa should wear a smile even on a deathbed brought about by an assailant. It is only with that ahimsa that we can befriend our opponents and win their love.


And I say, 'Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.' And he says, 'Oh, uh, there won't be any money. But when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.' So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

Now, now my good man, this is no time to be making enemies.

" (Voltaire on his deathbed in response to a priest asking him that he renounce Satan.)

You don't see too many atheists on the deathbed. They all start cramming then.

On his deathbed he asked for a priest and became a Catholic.

That was his wife's religion. It was his own business and none of mine. If you had sentenced one hundred and sixty men to death and seen around eighty of them swing, then maybe at the last minute you would feel the need for some stronger medicine than the Methodists could make.

The best way to deal with that is to live in a fully conscious, compassionate, loving way. Don't wait until you're on your deathbed to recognize that this is the only way to live.


I'm great at a deathbed. I've never given tranquillisers or psychiatric medicine. I've given love and fun and creativity and passion and hope, and these things ease suffering.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

I have yet to hear of anyone who, on his deathbed, wished he'd spent more time at the office.

ON HER DEATHBED, Gertrude Stein is said to have asked, 'What is the answer?' Then, after a long silence, 'What is the question?' Don't start looking in the Bible for the answers it gives. Start by listening for the questions it asks.

Don't be on your deathbed someday, having squandered your one chance at life, full of regret because you pursued little distractions instead of big dreams.


How many on their deathbeds wished they'd spent more time at the office - or watching TV? The answer is, No one.

My father was from Aberdeen, and a more generous man you couldn't wish to meet.

I have a gold watch that belonged to him. He sold it to me on his deathbed. I wrote him a cheque for it, post dated of course.

There's a little book I'm thinking of writing - "Swan Song" is what I shall call it. The song of the dying. And my book will be incense burnt at the deathbed of this society, damned with the damnation of its own impotence.

Weekend planning is a prime time to apply the Deathbed Priority Test: On your deathbed, will you wish you'd spent more prime weekend hours grocery shopping or walking in the woods with your kids?

Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed.

You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?