I never met my Uncle Jack. My mom was six months pregnant with me when he died. But I knew his wife and two kids very well.
Allison Reynolds: When you grow up, your heart dies. John: So, who cares? Allison Reynolds: I care.
Walter Sobchak: Lady, I got buddies who died face down in the muck so that you and I could enjoy this family restaurant!
[first lines] Carter Chambers: Edward Perriman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday afternoon, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky...
Fanno delle cose, le donne, alle volte, che c'è da rimanerci secchi. Potresti passare una vita a provarci: ma non saresti capace di avere quella leggerezza che hanno loro, alle volte. Sono leggere dentro. Dentro.
The mind of the writer does indeed do something before it dies, and so does its owner, but I would be hard put to call it living.
My second wife, the mother of one of my sons, died of murder. I was not with her, but I could have saved her. I think.
She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.
I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime.
Saladin had the same immediate successor as all the great Muslim leaders of his time: civil war. Barely had he died that his empire was dismembered.
once,a boy told a girl : i will stay with you forever, little did she know that his forever is only three months because..he died of cancer!
Jesus didn't die on the cross so we can do something epic. He died so we can have a relationship with an epic God who moves in epic ways!
Everything changes, it all stays the same, Everyone guilty, no one to blame, Every way out, brings you back to the start, Everyone dies to break somebody's heart...
Karena gue pengen punya istri yang mau tidur sama gue di karpet, sampe bisa beli spring bed, dan tetep setia meski suatu saat terpaksa balik lagi ke karpet.
Trust is the fundamental key that upholds the honor of great leadership, without it leadership becomes a status quo of great dis-service to the change your followers desire.
For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.
At first blush, it seems that the young people who were shot down in the parking lot at the base of Blanket Hill gave up their lives for a dream that died with them.
It isn't discomfort, or dis-ease as he put it. It's this aching, throbbing, god-awful incurable pain - and it's known as life. When will the doctors learn: It isn't death that's the disease.
During the first 3 years at Auschwitz, 2 million people died; over the next 2 years - 3 million.
Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for anyone who dies.
I suppose I often think of my writing as quite impersonal. But it turned out, when my father died, writing was exactly what I wanted to do.
