The hydra of corruption is only scotched, not dead. An investigation kills and it and its supporters dead. Let this be had.
I have no fear, for fear is the little death that kills me over and over. Without fear, I die but once.
You know the animal that kills the most people in the world? The Hepatitis Bee.
Fear kills more people than death.
If a woman is dishonest, that kills it for me. I can't even talk to her anymore.
Canada kills any conversation quick, I learned long ago. It's a little trick of mine.
When I was a young person I went to the university and I learned a rational language, to think with the left side of the brain. But in the right side of the brain you have intuition and imagination. Words are not the truth; they indicate the way to go, but you need to go alone, in silence. Symbols have a language that kills the words.
Resignation is what kills people. Once they've rejected resignation, humans gain the privilege of making humanity their footpath.
If a wolf attacks his sheep, the shepard kills the wolf, but he eats the sheep when he's hungry.
Suicide kills two people.
Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.
God creates dinosaurs, God kills dinosaurs, God creates man, man kills God, man brings back dinosaurs.
A wife loves out of duty, and duty leads to constraint, and constraint kills desire.
Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
What if what you do to survive kills the things you love?
The guy who kills 38 people is not the guy you'd want to have over at Thanksgiving.
In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.
I like to read because it kills me.
Marriage I think For women Is the best of opiates. It kills the thoughts That think about the thoughts, It is the best of opiates. So said Maria. But too long in solitude she'd dwelt, And too long her thoughts had felt Their strength. So when the man drew near, Out popped her thoughts and covered him with fear. Poor Maria! Better that she had kept her thoughts on a chain, For now she's alone again and all in pain; She sighs for the man that went and the thoughts that stay To trouble her dreams by night and her dreams by day.
For some people, fame kills it and becomes more important than the music or the performance. But for me fame is like rocket fuel. The more my fans like what I'm doing, the more I want to give back to them. And my passion is so strong I can't sleep - I haven'tslept for three days.