I don't wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has.
The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died.
The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?
There is more evidence that Jesus rose from the dead than there is that Julius Caesar ever lived or that Alexander the Great died at the age of thirty-three.
They loved, and quarreled, and made up, and loved, and fought, and were true to each other and untrue. She made him the happiest man in the whole world and the most wretched, and after a few years she died, and then, when he was thirty, he died, too. But by that time Catullus had invented the love poem.
Christ died for the truth.
But I knew that someday I was going to die. And just before I died two things would happen; Number 1: I would regret my entire life. Number 2: I would want to live my life over again.
Balenciaga was incredibleI was madly infatuated with his clothes. His clothes were devastating. One fainted. One simply blew up and died.
Well, you know, Hubbard had a bunch of people sworn to commit suicide when he died. So of course he never officially died.
The families of Aboriginals who have died in custody in NSW will suffer again because of these white lies.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.
So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.
I didn't start a war. Nobody died.
I like to make movies the way people made movies in the '70s, where they lived and died with these stories, and cared about them, and went to war for them, and they all said something they wanted to say.
Elvis died the day he went into the army.
The Cross isn't an ornament, mere symbol. It's the mystery of God's love, that He died for our sins.
I almost died, secretly, behind closed doors.
Gilbert White discovered the formula for complete happiness, but he died before making the announcement, leaving it for me to do so. It is to be very busy with the unimportant.
Never be glad that another man has died. Not ever. [. . . ] It never ends. Never. . . ever. . . be glad to kill.
I was kind of a misfit, and when my mother died, I had to become an adult, something that I never thought I would ever be.