Beth Revis Quotes
I can see, for just a moment, his beating heart in his ribcage, and then that, too, withers and dies, the useless, blackened lump tapping against his ribs before plopping out of his body.
Quotes to Explore
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Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies
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Shawty Imma only tell you this once, you the illest And for your loving Imma die hard like Bruce Willis
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If love would die along with death, this life wouldn't be so hard.
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"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."
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You can't really live until you are no longer afraid to die.
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An object dies when the gaze that lights on it has disappeared.
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You won't die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
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Virtue lives when Beauty dies.
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Teen pop will never die as long as there are teens and popular music. It just takes a different head.
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I don't want to die. I think death is a greatly overrated experience.
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Time began when you were born. It will end when you die.
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Sometimes I am God, if I say a man dies, he dies that same day.
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Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then — and this is the important bit — do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies.
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Well the truth is, everybody, when they die, leaves a void that cannot be filled.
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No one ever dies an atheist.
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I give life to that which I notice. What I don't notice dies.
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When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
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i hope i die warmed by the life that i tried to live
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When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
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Sometimes I come across a tree which seems like Buddha or Jesus: loving, compassionate, still, unambitious, enlightened, in eternal meditation, giving pleasure to a pilgrim, shade to a cow, berries to a bird, beauty to its surroundings, health to its neighbors, branches for the fire, leaves for the soil, asking nothing in return, in total harmony with the wind and the rain. How much can I learn from a tree? The tree is my church, the tree is my temple, the tree is my mantra, the tree is my poem and my prayer.
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I will go to my grave being known as Marge Gunderson. It'll be on my gravestone if I have one. I don't mind that, because it was a great character.
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I can see, for just a moment, his beating heart in his ribcage, and then that, too, withers and dies, the useless, blackened lump tapping against his ribs before plopping out of his body.
