[X-wings are approaching Death Star] Wedge Antilles (Red 2): Look at the *size* of that thing! Red Leader: Cut the chatter, Red 2. Accelerate to attack speed.
[during the plague of the death of Egypt's firstborn] Rameses' son: My father. [in a weak voice, this was also Rameses' son's last line] Rameses: My son. Nefretiri: Your own curse is on him.
Martins: I was going to stay with him, but he died Thursday. Crabbin: Goodness, that's awkward. Martins: Is that what you say to people after death? "Goodness, that's awkward"?
The more we heat up the planet, the more it costs all of us, not just in money, but in colossal famines, displacements, deaths, and species extinctions, as well as in the loss of some of the things that make this planet a blue-green jewel, including ...
Bernadette: [to Tick] Oh, that's a novel idea. Let's stuff ourselves to death. Imagine the headlines: "Whales Beach Themselves In The Outback". "Mystery Bum Sticks Dead In Drag".
Connor: Jeez! It's a fuckin' six-shooter. Fuck! Murphy: There's nine bodies, genius. Connor: What the fuck were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
Four years after my father's death, when the subject of parents came up in conversation i would relate the information in a flat, matter-of-fact tone eager to detect in my listener the flinch of grief that eluded me.
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
I should kill you,” Kallan whispered, “and watch your blood run with the cries of my people. If I kill you, all my troubles end. And I go home to Lorlenalin, my father’s death avenged.
Through the heartfelt mercies of our God, God's Sunrise will break in upon us, Shining on those in the darkness, those sitting in the shadow of death, Then showing us the way, one foot at a time, down the path of peace.
Fear of living on Natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air Got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it's such a friendly word Seems the only way For reaching out again.
He slides himself inside her, her heart is bursting. The pithy organic organ can't hold all that she feels for this man. When she reaches her peak, her brain supernovas, a small, perfect death.
... Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the loving I could say to myself of the love (I had): Let it not be immortal, since it is flame But let it be infinite while it lasts.
If the U.S. foreign policy results in massive death and destruction abroad, they cannot feign innocence when some of that destruction is returned. On 9/11/2001, Americans noticed that payback can be a real motherfucker.
Change is happening and old structures are falling in the form of a "Death of a Thousand Cuts." In other words one grand act is not occuring but a multitude of small expressions on the part of individuals, both slowly and swiftly taking the place of ...
Everything in ...nature, is descended out that which is eternal, and stands as a. ..visible outbirth of it, so when we know how to separate out the grossness, death, and darkness. ..from it, we find. ..it in its eternal state.
Life itself cannot give you joy/ Unless you really will it./ Life just gives you time and space -- It's up to you to fill it.
Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to rules.
Most people consider life a battle, but it is not a battle, it is a game.
A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.
I was not looking for my dreams to interpret my life, but rather for my life to interpret my dreams
