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
The spiritual self of each of us is that part of us that will never grow old, or ill, or die, but it must be nurtured and invigorated!
Joseph B. Wirthlin
It's time to end the hypocrisy of those who accumulate wealth through the global economy, and then siphon funds to those who teach children to tear it down.
Barack Obama
For most of Wall Street's history, stock trading was fairly straightforward: buyers and sellers gathered on exchange floors and dickered until they struck a deal.
Charles Duhigg
You hear certain things, negative things, all the time that aren't true, but you never hear about the positive.
Floyd Mayweather, Jr.
It is the maintenance of slavery by law in a state, not parallels of latitude, that makes its a southern state; and the absence of this, that makes it a northern state.
William H. Seward
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
