I believe that when an elder dies, a library is burned: vast sums of wisdom and knowledge are lost. Throughout the world libraries are ablaze with scant attention.
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.
Poetry is what we turn to in the most emotional moments of our life - when a beloved friend dies, when a baby is born or when we fall in love.
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men lived and worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.
Jill Clayburgh's life so closely paralleled mine, I feel as though a part of me lived a little through her and died a little with her.
My younger sister Debby had died of cancer, which started me writing - the sense of life being short. Cancer focuses your mind.
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.
Half the bloody world is going through a divorce; more than that are having children. All of us have parents who are dying or have died. It's just the life cycle.
As a Christian, Christ died so that we will have eternal life in Him in Heaven. What it looks like doesn't matter, what it smells like doesn't matter, as long as Christ is there it will be Heaven to me.
Of course, losing my father was traumatic. I was an only child. But from the time my father died, my general theme in life has been to turn adversity into opportunity.
The terrible thing about terrorism is that ultimately it destroys those who practice it. Slowly but surely, as they try to extinguish life in others, the light within them dies.
Ken Lay, the disgraced former chairman of Enron, found a way to escape his legal problems: He died after being convicted of fraud and conspiracy charges.
I'm attracted to how fraught the parent-child relationship is, swerving so easily between love and hostility, with almost no plausible way to end, unless someone dies.
Medora Manson, in her prosperous days, inaugurated a "literary salon"; but it had soon died out owing to the reluctance of the literary to frequent it.
The problem with rich lists is... it is impossible to know what someone is worth until they have died and you have sold it.
The mystic, identifying neither with his-her race-religion-gender nor with any mind-made blunder, lives and dies in One's splendor.
Tuhan yang menitiskan rasa cinta, teguklah ia hanya dari cawan-cawan kasihnya dari hulu hati kuapungkan doa-doa moga doa kita bersua di satu arus rasa yang sama.
dikota kertas yang pudar ini ningtyas, kaulah perempuan yang kini ikut mencoret matahari sajakku menadah hujan kata di langit-langitnya yang menikung tanpa hujung menghanyutkan sejuta aku, dalam sungai langsa jiwamu
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
I have two children who died before reaching 30, so who am I to complain about being alive?
I did play Ramses II once, who lived to be 91 and had 120 children, but he died 4,000 years ago.
