“I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.”
Walt Whitman (1819–1892) American poet, essayist and journalist
Night on the Prairies
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“I wait for death… and journalists.”
Attributed in: Charlotte A. Spencer. Genes, Aging and Immortality. Pearson Prentice Hall, 2005. p. 6; In response to growing interest by media
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French supercentenarian who had the longest confirmed human… 1875–1934Related quotes
Robert Fisk (1946) English writer and journalist
Preface (page XXI)
The Great War for Civilization (2005)
“To wait for life is the pathway to death.”
Sean Russell (1952) author
Source: Sea Without a Shore (1996), Chapter 6 (p. 73)
“Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.”
Markus Zusak book The Book Thief
Source: The Book Thief
“But old Death, who can't forget,
Waits his time and watches yet,
Waits and watches by the door.”
Robert Graves (1895–1985) English poet and novelist
"The Cottage".
Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)
Context: Through the window I can see
Rooks above the cherry-tree,
Sparrows in the violet bed,
Bramble-bush and bumble-bee,
And old red bracken smoulders still
Among boulders on the hill,
Far too bright to seem quite dead.
But old Death, who can't forget,
Waits his time and watches yet,
Waits and watches by the door.
“My relationship with death remains the same - I'm strongly against it,
All I can do is wait for it”
Woody Allen (1935) American screenwriter, director, actor, comedian, author, playwright, and musician
Ibid. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8684809.stm
Mary Oliver (1935–2019) American writer
"Sometimes", § 7
Red Bird (2008)
Context: Death waits for me, I know it, around
one corner or another.
This doesn't amuse me.
Neither does it frighten me. After the rain, I went back into the field of sunflowers.
It was cool, and I was anything but drowsy.
I walked slowly, and listened to the crazy roots, in the drenched earth, laughing and growing.
Lea Cohen (1942)
Смятам, че ролята и на журналиста, и на писателя е критичният анализ. Разбира се и писателят, и журналистът плащат съответната цена. <br class="br">Програма Хоризонт, https://bnr.bg/post/101200075, Bulgarian National Radio, December 2019