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.
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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 you have lived the life I've lived, when you've loved and suffered, and been madly happy and desperately sad -- well, that's when you realize you'll never be able to set it all down. Maybe you'd rather die first.
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Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things.
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But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . .
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Because I am a bad girl, people always automatically think that I am a bad girl. Or that I carry a dark secret with me or that I'm obsessed with death. The truth is that I am probably the least morbid person one can meet. If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.
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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.
