There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them.
Narcotic greens narcotic greens like reeling firmaments disclose in their appearing randomness the sweetest means that you or she or any wandering Thales might choose to be wonder-struck with at the moment when we die
That's what is most satisfying, is having overcome that pain. Pain that is so intense that when you finish, it feels like you're going to die. That's what I wanted, and that's what I got.
See in what peace a Christian can die.
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
Either I act or I die.
It took me a long, long time to learn what I now know, and I don't want that to die with me.
Of all the old prejudices that cling to the hem of the woman's garments and persistently impede her progress, none holds faster than this. The idea that she owes service to a man instead of to herself, and that it is her highest duty to aid his development rather than her own, will be the last to die.
It is not the willingness to kill on the part of our soldiers which most concerns me. That is an inherent part of war. It is our lack of respect for even the admirable characteristics of our enemy; for courage, for suffering, for death, for his willingness to die for his beliefs, for his companies and squadrons which go forth, one after another, to annihilation against our superior training and equipment.
There are only three things we 'have to' do in this world we have to be born, we have to die, and we have to live until we die. Everything else is a choice!
If you intend to die, you can do anything.
If blood be shed, let it be our own. Let us cultivate the calm courage to die without killing.
It isn't a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream.
You are not my high school crush, idiot. ” “Great. I can die happy, then.
Stories without endings can do nothing but go on forever, and to be caught in one means that you must die before your part in it is played out.
No one will live all his life in the world into which he was born and no one will die in the world in which he worked in his maturity.
A picture is made. You put a frame around it and move on. And one day you die. That is all there is to it.
Women should remain at home, sit still, keep house, and bear and bring up children. . . If a woman grows weary and, at last, dies from childbearing, it matters not. Let her die from bearing - she is there to do it.
Endless longing; a face you'd known since childhood, since birth almost; a body that moved as though it were your own. These were things you never spoke of, things you never hoped for; things you could never admit to. Things you'd die for, and die of.
You're all the world to me. Whenever i can't see you. . . I die a little.