My musical development stopped when Frank Sinatra died.
I think The ‘Cheetah Girls’ was originally supposed to be one film, but then it became two and three, which was a huge deal. But like all Disney franchises, they have to come to an end at some point. I was so grateful we went out with a bang. I think we died off peacefully.
To die for an idea; it is unquestionably noble. But how much nobler it would be if men died for ideas that were true!
My father, who had previously been a civil engineer, died in the great influenza epidemic of 1918.
I had seen my buddies crash and burn. Keith Moon died, and I always thought that was the way he wanted to go. John Belushi was a dear friend. A lot of the guys that I ran with were ending up dead, and I saw myself right on schedule to do that. I had some moments of clarity – once in a while.
My father wasn’t too crazy about me. I loved him anyway. One of the things I regretted for a long time was that he died before he could see that he would be proud of me. I was actually more what he wished for than he thought.
My sisters have been baptized and my dad is a deacon at his church now. Sadly my mother passed away but what I can say is that the Jehovah Witnesses took very good care of her up until she died.
While books provided me with some escape from the mental and physical horrors of my early life, they were unreliable. Many times the protagonists suffered terribly and then died at the end.
If someone doesn’t respond to a phone call, I think they’ve died.
After my father died, we were pretty much wiped out financially as a family, so I decided to give finance a try.
My great-great-grandfather lived to age 28, my immigrant great-grandfather Pedro Gotiaoco died at 66, my grandfather was 68, and my father died at 34.
What we know from World War I is that some of our troops had acute symptoms of exposure to chemicals, had bad health and died because of chemical exposure in World War I.
And my little sister died when she was 16.
William Henry Harrison, who died of pneumonia in April of 1841, after only one month in office, was the first Chief Executive to hide his physical frailties.
The men who died at D-Day did not die shoulder-to-shoulder with their French comrades. They died to liberate the French from a sinister and brutal occupation.
I am not a hero but the brave men who died deserved this honor.
I think because my parents died in their early 50s, mid 50s, I always thought I would die young. And that’s been both a useful thing and I suspect something that’s haunted me a little bit.
I was just a toddler when my dad died in a car crash. With my mum, Eunice, being a young widow with a large family, she really struggled money-wise.
They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.
In 1890, nearly everyone died on the job, and if they lived long enough not to die on the job, the average age of retirement was 85.
In 1900 Americans on average lived for only 49 years and most working people died still on the job.
When I was younger I used to want to own a sweet shop so I could eat sweets all day, but that dream died a long time ago.
The problem with rich lists is… it is impossible to know what someone is worth until they have died and you have sold it.
On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest, and in resting died.
When I’m doing an appearance somewhere and taking questions from the audience, I can always count on: ‘Tell about the guy who died on your show!’
I ought to rejoice in the fact that our principal rival has died, but I don’t.
I once tried to raise two tomato plants, and they died in spite of the fact I fertilized them every morning. Duh.
Religion was quite a thing in our house – we were Baptists. Some Sundays I went to church three times. If there was a talk on missionary work in the afternoon, I could be there all bloody day. But religion took its first big knock after Dad died.
My father died when I was five, but I grew up in a strong family.
When I was doing ‘Tales from Hollywood’ at the National, I was invited to dinner by the choreographer, Kenneth MacMillan. He told me I had the heart of a dancer and asked me if I’d like to come on at the end of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ as a friar. I said I’d love to, but sadly, MacMillan died shortly after.
Even if I died in the service of the nation, I would be proud of it. Every drop of my blood… will contribute to the growth of this nation and to make it strong and dynamic.
The Christian Bible is a symbolic book, not a literal one. The one Christians know as Jesus was actually a symbol for the sun. Ancient sun worshippers believed the sun died at the end of the winter solstice and then three days later it would be reborn at the start of its cycle – December 25.
My mom died when I was 8.
Poor, darling fellow – he died of food. He was killed by the dinner table.
In the Army, I was running for India and I was a soldier who could have died for India.
My parents were practicing Jews. My mother grew up in an orthodox synagogue, and after my grandfather died, she went to a conservative synagogue and a little later ended up in a reform synagogue. My father was in reform synagogues from the beginning.
My father passed from cancer in 2000; his brother died of cancer before that. My grandfather died of cancer.
Well, I know that 500,000 children died in Iraq because of the embargo.
The heart of the security agenda is protecting lives – and we now know that the number of people who will die of AIDS in the first decade of the 21st Century will rival the number that died in all the wars in all the decades of the 20th century.
Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don’t know whether I’m alive or whether I died. I wasn’t afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn’t feel fear. But I am afraid. I don’t understand why.
With this realization, came a growing need for men and women willing to take up arms in an effort to protect our American way of life and the freedoms so many of our ancestors died to entrench.
I taped the autopsy photos from Marilyn Monroe’s death to my lunch box in fifth grade, and I would write stories in which someone inevitably died.
My father died the year I was elected to Congress: 1987.
I do. I vote. People died for our right to vote, you know, and I can’t let that go.
Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
My two grandmothers both died of cancer, so I understand how painful and difficult this disease is on the entire family. My first grandmother passed away from bone cancer when I was about 10. It was really horrible. I remember the whole process like it was yesterday.
Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.
In August 1914, my father was called to war and then taken prisoner. He died in captivity in Germany on March 27, 1915. My youth – indeed, my entire life – was deeply marked by this, directly and indirectly.
I met my grandfather just before he died, and it was the first time that I had seen Dad with a relative of his. It was interesting to see my own father as a son and the body language and alteration in attitude that comes with that, and it sort of changed our relationship for the better.
Mum was an amazing parent and my best pal. The tragedy of it, really, was that she died from breast cancer just as I was becoming a man, aged 17, and we were just starting to speak as adults. She was snatched away, and it felt cruel. She made me laugh.
When ‘Carmen’ premiered in 1875, it was panned by the critics. It survived 45 performances. It was called a musical and moral outrage. After Bizet died, at age 37, ‘Carmen’ became wildly popular. If you believe in your creation, and the rest of the world is laughing or yelling ‘Boo,’ don’t give up.
When my mother died, we had the coffin at home. Like, old-school – you have the coffin at home so all the people can come and see the person. And her coffin was next to my room, so I used to go in and stand on a chair and look at her. You know, it’s open coffin and stuff.
It was not me failing that I was scared of. It was failing those people back home who believe in you. They only delivered the newspaper once a week where I lived in Oklahoma, and those people lived and died with the box score of my games.
Even before my parents died, I felt all the responsibility to my family. I don’t know why. In any business, any relationship, if something goes wrong, I feel I am to blame. It’s something inside me.
My grandfather and my uncle both died from colorectal cancer, my dad almost died from it and I have the gene for it.
I had a non-existent knowledge of Queen Victoria’s early years. Like everyone else, I thought of her as an old lady dressed in black. My mom had told me about her, though, that she had a very loving relationship with Albert, that they had lots of kids, and that he died young.
I confidently affirm that the greater part of those who are supposed to have died of gout, have died of the medicine rather than the disease – a statement in which I am supported by observation.
