Journalism kills you, but it keeps you alive as long as you're doing it.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: 'It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity. '
But it kills me, this fascination with celebrities' personal lives.
It is the enemy you underestimate who kills you.
I don’t duel, boy. I kill as a soldier kills, which is as a butcher kills, as quickly, efficiently, and with as least risk to myself as I can arrange.
Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.
God creates dinosaurs, God kills dinosaurs, God creates man, man kills God, man brings back dinosaurs.
You could almost say that throughout human history there are people who can either foresee consequences or who are capable of looking for information and predicting the consequences will happen, but the vast majority of people won't respond to climate change until their city is underwater, food supply is disrupted or everyone around them is dying of zoonotic disease. It's almost like someone dealing with an addiction, like you hope that the person can overcome the addiction before the addiction kills them.
I have an outline but never use a teleprompter. That kills the connection.
The tonal is so strong, that it even arranges a syntactical place for God and thus kills the mystery, the reality, and paralyzes the being.
Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
The law is a gun, which if it misses a pigeon always kills a crow; if it does not strike the guilty, it hits someone else. As every crime creates a law, so in turn every law creates a crime.
When an 18-year-old Palestinian girl is persuaded to blow herself up, and in doing so she kills a 17-year-old Israeli girl, we are watching the future itself die!
Truth without love kills, but love without truth lies.
And to those who believe that adventures are i say try routine: it kills you far more quickly.
Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.
A woman wouldn't make a bomb that kills you. A woman would make a bomb that makes you feel bad for a while. That's why there should be a woman President. There'd never be any wars, just every twenty-eight days there'd be very intense negotiations.
What if what you do to survive kills the things you love?