Words matter. These are the best Died Quotes from famous people such as Judi Dench, Helen Hunt Jackson, Curt Smith, Janice Dickinson, Andrew Lo, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Michael died five years ago this January, and the first thing that really struck me about the script was the part about her peeling off from the funeral and just getting into a rowboat and having a real kind of cry where nobody was.
Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
My father always worked away, and died when I was 17, but I hated him by that point. It hit me later in life, but back then I was teenage and angry.
The industry has died as far as modeling has gone, and I’ll tell you why. Magazines are featuring the Halle Berrys and Sarah Jessica Parkers, all the actresses. Makeup companies are featuring all the celebrities. All the models have died.
My mother died of lung cancer last year. I felt helpless. As an economist, I thought, ‘What can I do?’
Honoring the memory of the victims of the Holocaust, in which more than two million Ukrainian Jews died, Ukraine calls on Israel to also recognize the Holodomor as an act of genocide against the Ukrainian people.
More people died on 9/11, in one day, at the hand of Muslim terrorists than during the Inquisition.
At the end of my life, is it better to say that I empowered people to make great stuff, or that I died with a net worth of $10 billion? Obviously I’m picking the former, although I would not mind both.
I grew up in a highly political home. My mother was the co-chair of the 300 Group, an organisation whose aim was to get more women MPs into parliament, and she herself stood in the 1987 election, the year before she died.
Roy was just another bureaucrat to me, but I realized very soon that without Roy this thing would have died.
The truth is that the dream of ‘two states for two peoples,’ born in the ’90s, died in the noughties. The two-state solution, the popular and principled option for so long now, is neither practical nor possible.
I wanted to make a human monster. His name is Coffin Baby. The idea is based on a group of people from Pasadena whose names I can’t mention. His mother died and during the funeral, this baby came out of her in the coffin.
Everyone has their dates. For me, it’s 1991. I can place every memory of my life either before or after this date. It’s the year I became an adult. My mother died, and I created my company shortly thereafter.
When I was 12, I wrote a list of things to do before I died. ‘Own a Picasso’ was one of those things.
I have made my own decisions ever since my father died.
I am a fan of the vampire shows, especially ‘True Blood.’ I’m obsessed with it. I got to meet the entire cast at Comic-Con and hang out with them. And that was awesome. I basically died and went to heaven.
This is a game, first and foremost. There was only one Vince Lombardi, and he died.
My dad? He died when I was 19, which is a bad time for your dad to die, because there’s an awful lot of things you have to resolve with your parents past your teens if you’ve been a difficult teenager.
I’ve had dialogues with my dead mother over the 40 years since she died.
I had asthma when I was a kid, asthma so bad that it would turn into pneumonia and I almost died several times. Nobody knew why back then, but now it’s obvious.
I believe history will come to view 9/11 as an event on par with November 22, 1963, the date on which John F. Kennedy was murdered, cutting short a presidency that was growing ever more promising. Dreams died that day in Dallas; it is easy to imagine the 1960s turning out rather differently had President Kennedy lived.
In families there is always the mythology. My father died when my kids were quite young still, and yet they still tell his stories. That is how a person lives on.
I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix… I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.
When my mother died, I had to go on air that night and do jokes.
They say Einstein died while he was still trying to figure out gravity. I think I’m going to die still trying to figure out some of the things about Blink.
My father died during open-heart surgery on March 29 of my senior year in college. I was getting set to go to law school. I remember sitting in the waiting room when the doctor walked in. I said to myself, The worst possible thing just happened. What will you do?
I had a friend, Melissa, who was 28 years old. She was my best friend’s wife, and she was my wife’s best friend. She died of breast cancer. When she passed away back in 2004 was the last time I cried.
You know, I think I did originally have some sort of idea of maybe a Where Eagles Dare kind of mission against impossible odds, but it really sort of died before I had a chance to really go anywhere with it, and then just doing the book was out of the question.
I turned 30 as a janitor. I was thinking at the time that Hank Williams died when he was 29. All my peers were at least 10 years younger than I was. I felt like an old has-been at the time.
Specialization makes it easy to forget about the filth of the coal-fired power plant that is lighting this pristine computer screen, or the backbreaking labor it took to pick the strawberries for my cereal, or the misery of the hog that lived and died so I could enjoy my bacon.
My father never wanted me to be a writer. He didn’t – he came to terms with it maybe two years before he died. He wanted me to be a weather girl because when I was growing up, there were very few Latinas on television, and in the early ’70s when you first started seeing Latinas on TV, they would be the weather girls.
I’m a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die – it’s a major offence.
Only Jesus has prophecies made hundreds of years in advance made literally true. Only He did miracles; only His immediate followers claimed He died and rose from the dead, so in comparison, He comes out superior to other great religious leaders.
I thought it was terrible. I don’t know who to believe. Williams was very loyal and honest. Nobody could ever say different. Sometimes, that got him into a lot of trouble. But after he died and they cut his head off, that made me sick.
It is a great consolation for me to remember that the Lord, to whom I had drawn near in humble and child-like faith, has suffered and died for me, and that He will look on me in love and compassion.
I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.
It’s been difficult for me to get my head around Diana’s death or talk about it. After she died, things were difficult, very difficult. We all have our own traumas and get on with it. But when it’s there in your face year in, year out, it’s hard.
I think I really would have quit if I hadn’t gotten ‘Inherent Vice’. Or maybe I would have just shriveled up and died.
Since Michael died I think I’ve worked constantly. Friends and colleagues are very sustaining. They’re the people who get you through it… It’s no good to be on your own.
I got my start in the ‘New York Times’ because I used to read Stuart Elliot, the advertising columns. I still do. And I read him so religiously, I wanted to work for him before I died.
I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18.
You’re never going to see the fat Elvis in me. People I admired like Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and John Belushi all died at 27. I’ve got jeans older than that.
A lucky thing Eva Peron was. She died at 32. I’m already 45.
It’s… a hard thing for a director, to think you came up with a shot, something from your mind, and someone died while doing it. It’s the worst thing you’ll ever have to live with. It was very hard for me to get back on the horse again.
A friend of mine said something powerful at his grandfather’s funeral. He said that the greatest lesson from his grandfather’s life was that he died empty, because he accomplished everything he wanted, with no regrets. I think that, along with leaving a legacy, would be the greatest sign of success.
There’s nothing, today, that excites me, or that makes me think I would like to be back in AFL circles. I have no interest. No interest whatsoever. My love for the game died inside of me in those final years of me playing.
My mom died of cancer when I was really young. I’m not someone who tries to work out their own stuff with a role, but I think that happened despite my best efforts to keep myself separate from it.
I grew up in one of the most socially conservative neighborhoods in Ohio, and my parents were traditional Catholics. But in her old age, my mother got her home health care from a guy who was gay, who was wonderful to her. Before she died, she rode a float in the Cincinnati Gay Pride Parade.
My grandmother had six kids – one died as an infant – and she was dirt-poor, and all her kids got an education. And my mom grew up poor. And they both worked so hard and cultivated so much of their own happiness. I wanted to have that like an amulet. Not like armor, but like a magic feather. Like Dumbo’s magic feather.
But there, everything has its drawbacks, as the man said when his mother-in-law died, and they came down upon him for the funeral expenses.