Dies Quotes
Like great art, something essential dies when great jokes are explained. So what's the key to telling a good joke/creating great art timing.
Death is the operative device that sets us free in Christ - when we die, we truly live.
Public space can be a lot better with some private space to contradict it and vice versa. It keeps the system alive. If the system is just one thing, then it's closed and it eventually dies.
Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.
Postfix keeps running even if one Postfix process dies; Windows requires that someone restarts the service.
A friend is like anything else. A dog, a plant. You ignore them and they tend to die on you.
It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.
Many times man lives and dies Betweeen his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it all. Whether man die in his bed Or the rifle knocks him dead
Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, And ancient lineaments are blotted out.
I know a lady that loves to talk so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play; she has that everlasting rotation of tongue that an echo must wait till she dies before it can catch her last words!
He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
From out the throng and stress of lies, From out the painful noise of sighs, One voice of comfort seems to rise: "It is the meaner part that dies."
If you die, I'll die.' 'But is you live, I'll live.' - Bowman and Kestrel, Firesong
Kerouac and I are not real at all. The only thing about a writer is that he has written, and not his so-called life. 'And we (will) all die and the stars will go out, one after another.
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known
Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next
The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.
Everyone dies without understanding anything. Thats the way the world works, after all.
The greatest legacy a father can leave for his children before he departs is PEACE, otherwise his properties will go in PIECES sooner that he dies.
Not everyone who died had left a "memory" and not everyone who had left a memory had left a "blessed" one. Therefore, not all have died should be tagged "...of a blessed memory
No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.
Until a seed falls to the ground and dies, it does not become a tree that later yields many fruits and multitude of seeds. We must embrace the thought of death for us to have greater lives.
Everyone should be happy... everyone deserves it... When you are happy... it's time your dog to leave you... it's a time when your dogs dies and enters somebody's else life.
Every moment that we live our life, we live for the moment and then the moment dies.
God's love grounds me while His mystery confounds me. He is a personal yet all-powerful