When Hillel died, it was during one of the happiest times of my life. I was married and completely in love and had a baby on the way.
Maybe now, instead of being afraid and saying, ‘Look how hard Terry tried, and he still got cancer,’ instead people will say, ‘Look at the effort he put in, and he died of cancer. We’re really going to have to try hard in order to beat it – harder than we ever have before.’
If the Constitution is worth anything, if the Declaration of Independence is worth anything, if the boys who died on the field of battle did not die in vain, fair employment practices are correct and necessary.
My mother was gentle and warm. She was the sort of person you could really open up to. I was the eldest and her only boy, so I guess I was treated differently. She did bring me up as a Catholic, and at one time I was an altar boy, but I lost my faith, as did my father, when my mother died at 45.
There’s a lot of people that fought for their country and that’s not something to be taken lightly. They gave their life, everything they had, they gave their lives, to give us what we have. That’s why I’m so passionate about my beliefs – because someone died.
If I died tomorrow, I would regret growing so wealthy and still running the business when there are so many more people I could have helped.
When my father died, I did not cry. When my cat died three days later, I cried a lot.
I believe in Jesus Christ as my Lord and savior. I believe that Jesus died for my sins, and rose again, and that’s my belief. I still don’t know what ‘Christian’ means. I’m a follower of Christ, but I keep making a whole bunch of mistakes. And I thank God for forgiveness.
I am a marathon runner. I ran the New York City marathon and almost died. I tried to run, like, a two-minute mile early on in the race. I was crazy enough to think I could win. After seven miles I thought I would die, but I slowed down my pace and kept going.
You see, my mother was a district nurse until she died when I was 14, and we used to move from time to time because of her work.
I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn’t, so I think it is possibly the end.
My dad had an aunt at the turn of the century who died from diabetes, but she was the closest affected relative in my family.
I know Jesus Christ died for my sins, and that’s all I really need to know.
Napoleon the Third was not much. He died in England, and was buried in a country church-yard much the same as Kiltartan. But Napoleon the First was a great man; it was given out of him there never would be so great a man again.
When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn’t eat or sleep.
The important thing is this Just because I’m doing well doesn’t mean that they’re going to do well if they get HIV. A lot of people have died since I have announced. This disease is not going anywhere.
Before, I was so stupid. But, you know, when you have friends who died on the street, you say, okay, let’s calm down. It’s not the kind of energy I want to have in life. I want to go slower, and longer.
I was 19 when my father died from a heart attack. He was a 55-year-old college professor and had led what was by all appearances a risk-free life. But he was overweight, and heart disease runs in our family.
We had hoped to have been bringing you Arthur the Human Chameleon, but this afternoon, he crawled across a tartan rug and died of exhaustion.
Of the great singing stars of the 1940s and ’50s, only one – Nat King Cole – died young, at age 45.
FDR’s justices were allies while he was alive, but after he died, they developed four totally different theories of what the Constitution is, two of which are considered conservative and two of which are considered liberal.
When I read about how 200 people died on a polar expedition, I wonder why they didn’t get to know the Inuit people who were around and presumably know something about surviving in the Arctic after living there for thousands of years. Talking to people is a survival mechanism.
Prior to my father’s death, I was having a hard time committing to a career as an artist, but that’s not because of who he was – it was because of who I am. It’s true, though, that I felt I shouldn’t compete with him, and that those feelings went away after he died.
My father died when I was 9 years old. The miserable condition of my family at that time is beyond description. My family, solitary and without influence, became at once the target of much insult and abuse.
My mother died, and I couldn’t stand to look at her bedroom any more. I’d get sick. I’ve always been a momma’s boy.
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.
All of my peers died of AIDS, and I have no one to celebrate my past or my journey, or to help me pass down stories to the next generation. We lost an entire generation of storytellers with HIV.
There was one theory put forth by a journalist recently. I have a lot of friends that have died prematurely and a lot of friends that have died of natural causes. I’ve lost a lot of people over the years. This journalist basically recommended to me that God keeps me around because I amuse him.
I think if my child died I would prefer it if I were dead.
I think I would have died if there hadn’t been the women’s movement. It gave me a vision that I could do something different, and it gave me an understanding that I wasn’t a monster, or sport, or a betrayer of my family.
Only when God was said to have died did various leaders, professions and sectors risk pushing themselves forward as successors.
The two saddest moments of my life were when my mother died and when I was told I couldn’t play football for the Colts anymore.
I’m aware that people I have loved and have died and are in the spirit world looking after me.
While there are towns and cities still planning Memorial Day parades, many have not held a parade in decades. Some think the day is for honoring anyone who has died, not just those fallen in service to our country.
When my mother died, and when my father died, it’s big. Our parents are giants; they’re titans of our lives, so of course it’s going to be a big deal.
My brother and I both used to worry about dying at 40 because our father died at 40. That probably wasn’t terribly rational, since my father led a rather unhealthy lifestyle, shall we say.
My grandmother died when my mother was just 11 years old, and consequently, my mother never learned how to cook particularly well.
Somehow we got used to death, and then we dehumanised it. We account for conflicts in figures. Ebola is 13,500 infected, 5,000 people have died… People are losing their sense of empathy, their sense of wanting to do something.
I nearly died three times in 2008, and when you go through those experiences, you realize that you’re blessed every day that you wake up. My world changed, my life changed, and with the help of my wife Jane, I was able to survive.
I missed my father so much when he died that writing about his life and mine was a way of bringing him back to life and getting me to sort of understand more about him and what made him the father, the husband and the man that he was, and how that made me the man, husband and father that I am.
I had two cats growing up that were indoor/outdoor and both of them died from being hit by a car. One of them, she didn’t have an ID tag on, so someone just thought it was a stray cat I highly recommend to keep your cats indoors. Their lives end up a lot longer.
Behind that picture of me, thousands and thousands of people, they suffered – more than me. They died. They lost parts of their bodies. Their whole lives were destroyed, and nobody took that picture.
I don’t have many Russian friends. My childhood friends are dead – either from bad health, or they died in perestroika.
In December 1988, my mother died of lung cancer. I died too. I couldn’t function.
My father is the reason I am the way I am today. He’s why I acted up and he’s why I prayed to be the opposite of him. We made up before he died but I vowed to never raise my kids like how he raised me.
I’ve just built a studio in my mama’s old bedroom, which I thought was fitting; she died last year. We’ve recorded nine songs recorded in there already; we’re sort of just chipping away.
My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in Second World War.
Dying people in pre-industrial cultures typically died in the context of an extended family, clan, or tribe.
I think that rather than saying that Occupy Wall Street has died, we can say that they’re in the process of understanding what the long march through alternative institutions might mean.
I remember the day my mother died, and it’s still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.
Records were replaced by CDs, and lead type died in favor of computerized fonts. However, each had a 100-year ride of popularity, so you can’t feel too bad for them.
Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.
I was raised an orphan… My mother died when I was 2 years old.
Jesus died for somebody’s sins but not mine.
I wanted to be Jimi Hendrix’s drummer when I was in high school, but I graduated in 1970, the year he died.
