Bein friends is like being soldiers in the army. You live together, you fight together; you die together.
One way or another the thing had to die. Perpetual springtime is not allowed. You were not cutting the wood of life according to the grain.
Ties to people on the other side of the storm could be severed. Love could bud, then wither and die without a bloom when the storm ended and reality bled back in.
Careers are not made in a family business, they are born – by patricide. Then they die from neglect, and avoid the tragedy of being put out of business.
A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.
I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust death As I have trusted life. I am moving Toward a new freedom
Seit wir den Glauben und damit die Wahrheit verloren haben, liegt zwischen Heuchelei und Ehrlichkeit der letzte Unterschied, der uns bleibt.
I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers; I remember all you forget. I will die as many times as you make me over again.
Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive.
A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?" "Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.
If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells." --Prince Oberyn of Dorne.
Most boys have seasons of wishing they could die gloriously instead of just being grocery clerks and going on with their humdrum lives.
...no one has ever doubted you would die for those you love ... the question then becomes would you live?
Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
They sit in their soundproof rooms and issue tone-deaf edicts and call themselves controlling the world. And one day they ask you to die for them.
The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.
Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough." "True - true," I replied;
Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I’d fight to protect, one I’d die to keep.
When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.
Life’s a bitch and then you die and death’s a bitch too. Only my life was lovely and I miss it so much.
you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?
