We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.
Work hard or don't work at all.
When you're good at something, you'll tell everyone. When you're great at something, they'll tell you.
Never die easy. Why run out of bounds and die easy? Make that linebacker pay. It carries into all facets of your life. It's okay to lose, to die, but don't die without trying, without giving it your best.
If you ask me how I want to be remembered, it is as a winner. . . A winner is somebody who gave his best effort, who has tried the hardest they possibly can. . . who has utilized every ounce of energy and strength within them to accomplish something. It doesn't mean that they accomplished it or failed, it means they've given it their best. That's a winner.
Tough times go away, tough people do not.
Most important thought, if you love someone, tell him or her, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store.
Let us reflect in this way, too, that there is good hope that death is a blessing, for it is one of two things: either the dead are nothing and have no perception of anything, or it is, as we are told, a change and a relocation for the soul from here to another place.
There is a world-wide conflict between capital and labour, and the poor envy the rich.
The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.
In my mind, I see a line. And over that line, I see green fields and lovely flowers and beautiful, white women with their arms stretched out to me over that line, but I can't seem to get there no how. I can't seem to get over that line.