I don't see the point in worrying now that I a half-dead and not when I was okay.
Words are dead, until action brings them life.
Good thing I'm aging, otherwise I'd be dead.
Here's to us, who's like us Damn few, and they're all dead.
Yeah, but a hellbender never dies. You ever see a dead one?
You must prune dead or dying wood.
Retiring is just practicing up to be dead. That doesn't take any practice.
Now all my teachers are dead except silence.
I work with the dead, but I am working for the living.
This is not Johnson's war. This is America's war. If I drop dead tomorrow, this war will still be with you.
This is pride when the soul abandons Him to Whom it ought to cleave as its end and becomes a kind of end to itself. This happens when it becomes its own satisfaction.
And what he meant was that maths wasn't like life because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end
In the end, perfection is just a concept - an impossibility we use to torture ourselves and that contradicts nature.
A solicitor had looked up at the sky, swept blue by the wind, and had a sudden sense of religious consolation, a feeling that this life cannot possibly be all, and that it is not possible for consciousness to end with the end of life.
To love with expectations is, in the end, an oppressive, driven thing, and people know it when they receive it.
[I]n the end this shall be for me sufficient, that a marble stone shall declare that a Queen, having reigned such a time, lived and died a virgin.
...I hope that simple love and truth will be strong in the end. I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.
If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors were no angels—they were hell’s minions and I’d stepped into their purgatory.
You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins.” “I’m going to end up in a hole in the ground... And so are you. So are we all.
Stuff comes and stuff goes and the only thing that matters in the end is who you are inside, what you do and what make it leaves in the world.
It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.
