When desire dies, fear is born.
If a tree dies, plant another in its place.
Beyond the purposes of self-defense or imminent danger, my Catholic faith teaches me and millions of other Americans that we do not get to decide who lives or who dies; only the good Lord does.
He who doesn’t fear death dies only once.
Life is precious, and when someone dies it’s an opportunity to realise how precious it is. My brother drowned when I was 17. He was 15. I think I grew from that. My father didn’t. It really crushed him.
Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in interesting situations, that a young person, who either marries or dies, is sure of being kindly spoken of.
I can’t stand going out to one more dinner with some Mrs. So-and-So who might leave a million dollars to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra when she dies.
A man dies when he refuses to stand up for that which is right. A man dies when he refuses to stand up for justice. A man dies when he refuses to take a stand for that which is true.
I think that if the Postal Service dies, it will be the end of democracy as we know it.
My sense of religion is Einstein’s sense of relativity. I don’t believe in God. I believe that energy never dies. So the possibility exists that you might be breathing in some other form of Moses or Buddha or Muhammad or Bobby Kennedy or Roosevelt or Martin Luther King or Jesus.
I’ve seen ‘Hamlet’ many times, and Hamlet, he was just a hideous neurotic; he never changes. He doubts – all the way to the end, all the way until when he dies, he doubts.
What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.
A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.
My view is that life is too short. I’m not being melodramatic or anything, but when your mother dies in your arms – just you and her, and it’s one o’clock in the morning, and you’re waiting for her to exhale – you just think, life’s too bloody short to argue about the little things.
A good story never dies.
Music never dies. Do we really need another Madonna tour? Does she have to compete with women performers 25 years her junior?
Love dies only when growth stops.
My grandparents had died in 1983, and suddenly my brother is out jogging before Mass, and he dies.
Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.
The hardest thing as an actor is that you work really hard constantly for these roles, and you invest so much in it. And when they don’t come to fruition and nobody sees them, there’s a part of you that dies a little bit. It’s like, ‘Ah! But I worked so hard!’ But that’s the business.
Let’s get right to it: On page 5 of Paul Murray’s dazzling new novel, ‘Skippy Dies,’… Skippy dies. If killing your protagonist with more than 600 pages to go sounds audacious, it’s nothing compared with the literary feats Murray pulls off in this hilarious, moving and wise book.
I believe in two things: One, Andrew Carnegie said, ‘He who dies with wealth dies in shame.’ And someone once said, ‘He who gives while he lives also knows where it goes.’
I’ve always wanted a Maltese-poodle, but I’ve always been really busy. So I said once I’m back in the city and the ‘Sister Act’ stuff dies down, I’m going to get a puppy.
Our faith in the present dies out long before our faith in the future.
‘A Chorus Line’ never dies; it just keeps opening doors and giving back to me – but there was a time when I considered it an albatross around my neck.
It will not be the same Manchester United without Wayne Rooney. He has to stay there until he dies.
And a friend of mine in the Christys, we used to sit up at night and talk and read and wonder if reincarnation, and if it wasn’t reality, what would happen to the human spirit when the body dies? Is there an afterlife? Just questions like that.
You can imagine a soul as being a detailed, elaborate pattern that exists very clearly in one brain. When a person dies, the original is no longer around. But there are other versions of it in other people’s brains. It’s a less detailed copy, it’s coarse-grained.
Yes, whatever is born, dies, but I thank life for gifting us a Nelson Mandela. He will sparkle in our consciousness for times to come.
There are only three events in a man’s life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.
Prayer must be broad in its scope – it must plead for others. Intercession for others is the hallmark of all true prayer. When prayer is confined to self and to the sphere of one’s personal needs, it dies by reason of its littleness, narrowness and selfishness.
Anybody who dies with money in the bank is a failure.
I try to make the readers feel they’ve lived the events of the book. Just as you grieve if a friend is killed, you should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care. If somebody dies and you just go get more popcorn, it’s a superficial experience isn’t it?
Consider then, O man! whether there can be anything more wretched and poor, more naked and miserable, than man when he dies, if he be not clothed with Christ’s righteousness, and enriched in his God.
Stand-up comedy is an art form and it dies unless you expand it.
Gay rights is just a matter of time. Look at the polls. Worrying about gay marriage, let alone gay civil unions or gay employment rights, is a middle-age issue. Young people just can’t see the problem. At worst, gays are going to win this one just by waiting until the opposition dies off.
Any kind of horror video game where I’m the first-person player and I’m… I suddenly stop caring about the video game dude, and I’m like, I really don’t want him to die,’ and then the minute he dies, it upsets me. I can’t play those games.
Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.
Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.
Traditionally the show must go on which is a stupid thing to say, but that in a nutshell is what’s going on. We have a new record out; if we won’t tour, the new record dies. It’s reality – it’s what business is nowadays. You just need to tour to sell your albums.
Where liberty dies, evil grows.
But there’s the paradox of fiction – why do you cry when a fake character dies? It’s the basis of art. You engage with people who don’t exist and care about them as you would your friends and relatives.
Long sentence or short, everything Trump touches dies – even his most loyal henchman.
I’m on a never-ending quest to get back on a TV series, and I want to get on ‘The Walking Dead’. I’m at this point now where, I have three things. I could either be on the Governor’s team, I could be on Rick’s team, or I could be a seven-foot zombie who never dies.
The abuse dies in a day, but the denial slays the life of the people, and entombs the hope of the race.
You don’t stop thinking about women just because your wife dies. It’s terrible, but you know. I just want the hugs, the kisses. A kiss!
When a parent dies, the whole house of cards comes down.
I’m attracted to how fraught the parent-child relationship is, swerving so easily between love and hostility, with almost no plausible way to end, unless someone dies.
It’s not lost on me that everyone dies, but some people have a kind of immortality about them, and you can’t imagine that they will ever be gone.
Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go, and we come and go. That’s it. So we should all seize life and make the most of what we have while we can.
I’ve done tons of guest spots and in parts where the character invariably dies or is dead.
The thing that always interests me from a storytelling point of view is how that moment of trauma, whatever the trauma is, even divorce, your dog dies, whatever it is, the consequence, in terms of people’s emotional lives and the way it resonates behaviorally for a long time, is really the stuff that interests me.
We’re all expendable. We think the world’s going to stop when a pope dies, or a king. And then… life goes on.
Commitment means that it is possible for a man to yield the nerve center of his consent to a purpose or cause, a movement or an ideal, which may be more important to him than whether he lives or dies.
A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
Novelists tend to go off at 70, and I’m in a funk about it, I’ve got myself into a real paranoid funk about it, how the talent dies before the body.
When belief in a god dies, the god dies.
Key West is the place where your sickly house plant back in New York grows to 10 ft. It’s also the place where an 8-ft. cactus, the century plant, produces a huge yellow flower every great once in a while, like a robot proffering a bouquet. After the plant flowers, it dies.
It lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it. While it lies there, it needs no constitution, no law, no court to save it.
A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.
Sometimes a movie encapsulates a period or a moment in all of our lives in such a way that it never dies.
