Hermann Hesse Quotes
My resolve to die was not the whim of an hour. It was the ripe, sound fruit that had slowly grown to full size, lightly rocked by the winds of fate whose next breath would bring it to the ground.
Hermann Hesse
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Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.
Walker Evans
I'm planning to be here forever, but I know at some point I'll probably have to give it up. If you live to 100, there's a very good chance you'll live forever. Because very few people die after 100.
S. Truett Cathy
My death is incidental, and I worry very much about my loved ones and, you know, would like to make it as easy as possible for them. Or wish I could will away whatever, you know, the sadness they will feel when I die. But for me, nothing. The world goes on.
Barbara Ehrenreich
When you have told anyone you have left him a legacy, the only decent thing to do is die at once.
Samuel Butler
I'll be making music 'til the day I die. I've done all kinds of stuff, and more is coming.
Eddie Van Halen
Van Halen
My fate is in the hands of almighty Allah.
Yahya Jammeh
Let's face it: in advertising, you are paid more, but you die younger. It's not very forgiving. Like sports stars, you're in it during your better years, and then you're out looking for work.
Jerry Della Femina
I think if we don't fix the economy and if we don't fix foreign policy, we won't have the luxury of dealing with domestic issues that may be important to Christians but we have to understand that in my view, we've taken our eyes off the ball a bit.
T. D. Jakes
Unbelievable as it may seem, one-third of all vegetables consumed in the United States come from just three sources: french fries, potato chips, and iceberg lettuce.
Marion Nestle
The point is to balance on the edge between musicality and content.
Rick Moody
I believe that every man has in his soul a passion for treasure-hunting, which will often drive a coward into prodigies of valour.
John Buchan
My resolve to die was not the whim of an hour. It was the ripe, sound fruit that had slowly grown to full size, lightly rocked by the winds of fate whose next breath would bring it to the ground.
Hermann Hesse
