You can't really live until you are no longer afraid to die.
A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.
For us humans, everything is permanent - until it changes, as we are immortal until we die
Until you die. . it's all life.
When the guns roar, the arts die.
He that dies a martyr proves that he was not a knave, but by no means that he was not a fool.
If you're going to die, then die. If you are going to live, then fight.
I don't die. . . He who is merged with the omnipresent is never gone.
When inspiration dies, imitation thrives.
History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Pillow my head on no guesses when I die.
A lizard in the spring - hear his darling sing. A bird with wings to fly - go back to his darling weep and moan till he dies. A mole in the ground - root a mountain down.
If you cut people off from what nourishes them spiritually, something in them dies.
The bedrock of doubt is the total nothingness of death. Death is a leveler, not because everybody dies, but because nobody understands what death means.
Now let's move on to the subject of how a real man treats his wife. A real man doesn't slap even a ten-dollar hooker around, if he's got any self respect, much less hurt his own woman. Much less ten times over the mother of his kids. A real man busts his ass to feed his family, fights for them if he has to, dies for them if he has to. And he treats his wife with respect every day of his life, treats her like a queen - the queen of the home she makes for their children.
A civilization is born Stoic and dies Epicurean.
And die with decency.
I would fain die a dry death.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?