She was a girl and she was a queen and back in the mists she was a woman who had seized the moon from the sky and drunk its light so that she would never die. And she never had.
I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window. … Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
It would be better for me to die than to live.
These have not the hope to die.
If we're all going to die, shouldn't we be enjoying ourselves now?
There are millions of ways for people to die, if you number each vital organ, each ways it can fail, all the poisons from the earth and the sea which can cause these failures.
Those who resolve to conquer or die, are rarely conquered.
I smile when I'm angry , I cheat and I lie. I do what I have to do to get by. But I know what is wrong and I know what is right , and I'd die for the truth in my secret life.
His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.
It is natural to die as to be born.
I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.
I wonder how Feynman would feel if he had to be talking to not just a few nuts of this kind but e. g. to 2,500 similar nuts who would be moreover described by the media as good scientists, if not the best ones in the world. ;-) Good for him that he managed to die in time.
As long as men die, liberty will never parish.
We can either laugh in the face of death or die trying not to.
In the Buddhist texts, some of them say, when you die, basically that wild horse gets cut loose, and the mind is incredibly powerful and expansive, omniscient and can go anywhere and see anything, but - and this is the catch - it's colored by the habits of thought we made in life.
Five to six thousand people die every year waiting for organs, but nobody cares.
I never thought that people my own age could die, let alone be murdered. Things like that didn't happen in 1955. The suburbs were a safe place, where nobody even locked their doors.
One must die to life in order to be utterly a creator.
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are.