Live like you’ll die tomorrow, work like you don’t need the money, and dance like nobody’s watching.
You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
If you have Julia Roberts in a movie you’re never really afraid for her because you know she’s not going to die.
The most important thing for me is having a relationship with God. To know that the owner, the creator of the universe loves you, sent His Son to die for your sins; that’s very empowering. Knowing Him and knowing that He loves me gives me encouragement and confidence to move forward.
If you want your writing to be taken seriously, don’t marry and have kids, and above all, don’t die. But if you have to die, commit suicide. They approve of that.
I never think that people die. They just go to department stores.
Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
As long as I’m not selling out the people that ride or die with me, I’m glad I’m not an MC. I’m a motivational speaker. I’m not that rapper dude.
A lot of people refuse to do things because they don’t want to go naked, don’t want to go without guarantee. But that’s what’s got to happen. You go naked until you die.
God put me on this earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind that I will never die.
Thank goodness I had a great family growing up, a great foundation. But I will say my faith, my parents, my family, all that stuff is very, very important. And I’ll say that until the day I die.
If any of you should ask me for an epitome of the Christian religion, I should say that it is in one word – prayer. Live and die without prayer, and you will pray long enough when you get to hell.
I think I’m gonna wear Timberlands until I die, man. They may not be the hottest thing out, but Timbs keep reinventing themselves.
It’s not that I will die, but if I stop partying, it will lead to extreme complications in my wellbeing.
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it’s only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
I never think of yesterday. Can’t do anything about it. I’m a positive guy. When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.
The directing of a picture involves coming out of your individual loneliness and taking a controlling part in putting together a small world. A picture is made. You put a frame around it and move on. And one day you die. That is all there is to it.
We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.
You have to forget about what other people say, when you’re supposed to die, or when you’re supposed to be loving. You have to forget about all these things.
In the concentration camps, we discovered this whole universe where everyone had his place. The killer came to kill, and the victims came to die.
If you don’t die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young.
Whooping cough is not a mild disease. Whooping cough, before the vaccination, could make you very, very sick. First of all, there was a chance you could die from it – small chance, not a big chance. You would be coughing and coughing. It wouldn’t last for a few days, like a cold.
I was born to be a teacher, and I’ll die a teacher.
Our capital system is haunted by the demon of error: error in determining guilt and error in determining who among the guilty deserves to die. What effect was race having? What effect was poverty having?
I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I would die.
I have sworn to die painting.
They that die by famine die by inches.
I don’t believe in dying. It’s been done. I’m working on a new exit. Besides, I can’t die now – I’m booked.
If a man should happen to reach perfection in this world, he would have to die immediately to enjoy himself.
How can I die? I’m booked.
The best place a person can die, is where they die for others.
Socialism and communism fall of their own weight because, as Margaret Thatcher said, you run out of other people’s money. Because socialized medicine never falls of its own weight because you put people on lists, and they die waiting to get the treatment and care. So you don’t go broke.
When I die India will be found engraved on my heart.
Close to a billion people – one-eighth of the world’s population – still live in hunger. Each year 2 million children die through malnutrition. This is happening at a time when doctors in Britain are warning of the spread of obesity. We are eating too much while others starve.
You can’t die with an unfinished book.
Did you hear the one about the elderly Jew on his deathbed who sent for a priest, after declaring to his astonished relatives that ‘I want to convert.’ Asked why he would become a Catholic, after living all his life as a Jew, he answered: ‘Better one of them should die than one of us.’
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.
There comes a point when you can more or less count the number of books you’re going to write before you die.
Either men will learn to live like brothers, or they will die like beasts.
Swans sing before they die – ’twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
I think Hell exists on Earth. It’s a psychological state, or it can be a physical state. People who have severe mental illness are in Hell. People who have lost a loved one are in Hell. I think there are all kinds of different hells. It’s not a place you go to after you die.
Someone who is about to die does not mourn the dead.
I’m not a person who wants to die with my shoes on. I do not think I can be immortal. Maybe my deeds will be immortal. Not me.
Unforgiveness is like drinking poison yourself and waiting for the other person to die.
When you die, others who think they know you, will concoct things about you… Better pick up a pen and write it yourself, for you know yourself best.
Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t, than live as if there isn’t and to die to find out that there is.
If you love someone who’s an addict and their use is life-threatening, you don’t wait until they hit bottom because that can mean that they’re going to die. You have to do everything you can to get them in treatment.
I can’t afford to die; I’d lose too much money.
Many people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
Men have a much better time of it than women. For one thing, they marry later; for another thing, they die earlier.
Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.
What we live by we die by.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
I was born a Hindu, I shall die a Hindu.
It becomes an emperor to die standing.
Everyone – pantheist, atheist, skeptic, polytheist – has to answer these questions: ‘Where did I come from? What is life’s meaning? How do I define right from wrong and what happens to me when I die?’ Those are the fulcrum points of our existence.
Men will die upon dogma but will not fall victim to a conclusion.
My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
I have a lifetime appointment and I intend to serve it. I expect to die at 110, shot by a jealous husband.
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
I know the fact that I was born means I have to die, so my only aim is to reach out and help someone along the way.
I know that I’m going to die and that you’re going to die. I can’t do anything about that. But I can explore it through a metaphor and make a kind of funny, dark story about it, and in doing so, really exhaust and research as many aspects of it as I can imagine. And in a way, that does give me some closure.
Things change all the time, and they’ll probably never be the same again. It’s just the natural evolution of the human condition. Things change, and whatever it is is what it is. I mean, you try to start second guessing that, you either get rich or die broke.
