If today is your typical day in America, 80 of our fellow citizens will die from gunfire. In the last two weeks, more Americans have died from gunfire here at home in the United States than in the entire war in Iraq since it started.
My second wife, the mother of one of my sons, died of murder. I was not with her, but I could have saved her. I think.
We owned a bearded collie for many years. Sophie. She was old, and she died last year.
We made sure nobody died on the show. We made sure nobody ever drowned on ‘Baywatch.’
I got my very last tattoo after my father died. I’m not getting anymore; otherwise I’ll end up like Mike Tyson with a tattoo on my face.
My grandfather lived to be late 90s on one side and on the other side, 70s or something. And my father died young, at 63. But he didn’t take very good care of himself.
Many peoples’ tombstones should read ‘Died at 30, burried at 60.’
Between Trump’s election and Brexit, there were all sorts of opinions coming out of the woodwork that I thought had died out a long time ago. I was like, ‘What’s the point?’ All we do is bad things. The history of humanity is the history of people exploiting each other.
My kids have moved more in their twenties, you know, than my parents have moved in nearly 40-something years of marriage before they died. So there’s a part of me that laments what we have lost, and that is a sense of community.
One of the few times I saw my mother cry was when Lennon died, and the other time was when Elvis died.
Where Charlie Christian left off, Papoose started a new thing; he was an innovator of the guitar. The things he did during his recording career with Fats Domino in the Fifties and Sixties until the day he died was as much a part of the music of New Orleans as anybody else has had to offer.
Please accept a promise from me in his name that I will always live in the religion in which he died.
In the ’70s, everybody was doing drugs, so long as you showed up and did your work, they’d use you until you died.
Tell mother, tell mother, I died for my country… useless… useless.
Whether we knew many who died on September 11 or personally knew none, we all lost something on that day. Innocence. Security. A trust that our homeland would always be safe.
No matter what you think of David Koresh or the people that died there, they died for what they believed in. And that’s more than I can say for a lot of people.
Pluralism is denied logically; inclusivism is denied scripturally, and that leaves us with exclusivism… you have to know that Jesus died and believe in it in order to be saved.
I think there’s something peculiar about me that I haven’t died. It doesn’t make sense but I refuse to die.
My mother desperately wanted children. She had a child that was stillborn – something I learned when I was looking through her ‘effects’ after she had died. It was then that I discovered my original birth certificate, which indicated the previous birth.
My mother died when I was 12, and right after, my dad died in a car crash. I was 15 and had no family. The court sent me to live with my uncle and aunt in Missouri.
My son has died of AIDS.
I never knew my grandfather. He died the year before I was born. But as a child, he did, of course, those wonderful illustrations, ‘Treasure Island,’ and whatnot.
Between the ages of 8 and 12 it was difficult to know what my father was saying, and he moved very slowly, and then he died.
Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.
To date, nearly 100,000 Hispanics have died with AIDS. Since Hispanics are the fastest growing minority group in the United States, our challenge is even greater.
God has ways of shaking the world when He is at work. He literally caused the ground to quake when Jesus died on the cross.
It is because my dad died suddenly that I became an actor. I thought, I’m going to make money doing this thing I enjoy.
I’d love to have a room full of taxidermy. I’d be devastated if my cat, Archimedes, ever died. I was debating the other day with a friend whether I should stuff him, but don’t know whether he would end up looking like himself. I’d be really sad if he looked strange.
I nearly died of double bronchial pneumonia at the age of five.
When I was young, I used to wear a lot of wigs, and I was running on stage at a gig and tripped over and it fell off. It was in the 1970s, and Swansea were doing really well in the league, and most of the team were there. I almost died, but I picked it up, put it back on my head and carried on.
Before college, I acted in my room, to classical music, because music tells stories. I’d put on a record and proceed, silently. I’d keep putting the needle back to a certain segment because I hadn’t died well enough. I had to really, really feel dead. I’d love to do a death scene.
There are many times when I think I would have rather died with my husband. It would have been pleasanter, simpler. But it would have been worse for the children and the family in general.
This league is getting big. We have way more 300-pound guys than ever before. That’s not to say all the people in athletics who have died are 300-pound guys. There are so many different reasons.
I wanted to do ‘Texas Trilogy’ on stage. But it didn’t do well in New York. In fact, it did very badly there, thanks to the critics. It was said that Preston Jones, the author, died of ulcer complications, but the truth was that the critics killed him.
It’s a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw someone who had died. It was my grandfather. And I knelt next to his coffin. And all I could do was eye level was look at his hands. They were enormous hands. And all I could think was, ‘Those hands dug freedom for me.’
Some unifying principles bind all Christians: that God became a man and died for our sins, and that without that sacrifice, all of us would be doomed.
When Coltrane died, a void appeared in this music that has not been filled yet. He maintained a forward motion in his work and did not look back.
No operatic star has yet died soon enough for me.
People in the film industry always want to save for a rainy day. Many early actors died in small houses with no money, and so they are insecure. My advantage is I don’t value money that much. It’s an easy thing for me to let go.
Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Thousand got away to other countries; thousands returned to Spain tempted by false promises of kindness. By the tens of thousands, these Spaniards died of neglect in the concentration camps.
Dad was joyful until the day he died, and I think that joy was deeply rooted in his love affair with God.
I felt like it was inevitable that I was going to fail in life and die young. So I was frantically scrambling to document my stunts and pack my message into a bottle. I thought maybe I could be discovered after I’d died, like Van Gogh.
My mother was a dramatic and egocentric person, and she died before my father, who died of Alzheimer’s disease. But I’d often thought, God, we were so lucky that was the order in which they died because she would have felt put upon.
On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died.
So many people that I’ve wanted to work with have died. I was so crazy in love with Amy Winehouse. When she died, I felt like I lost my sister all over again. I couldn’t stop crying for weeks and weeks! It was horrible! She was so wonderful and so talented.
A friend of mine has a big farm in the desert, and she picks up feathers and roadkill for me, then makes it into clothes. I think it’s cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I’d feel honored.
When I was 20, my mother died and I went off the rails a little bit. I kinda had my slightly dark period.
If you think of the ice caps as the fridge of our planet, if your fridge at home died, the food you eat would go rotten, and you’d starve.
Shortly after Senator Eugene J. McCarthy died in 2005 the age of 89, I became an honorary member of the committee starting a fellowship in McCarthy’s name at his alma mater, Saint John’s University in Collegeville, Minnesota.
If you do an autopsy on an 85-year-old who died of a stroke, you will find five other things that person was about to die from.
While I have felt lonely many times in my life, the oddest feeling of all was after my mother, Lucille, died. My father had already died, but I always had some attachment to our big family while she was alive. It seems strange to say now that I felt so lonely, yet I did.
IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
My father died when I was nine, but I came from a stable family environment, which I think does contribute to being well-behaved.
When my dad died, I developed a nervous habit. He was very shy and quiet, and I was like him.
