Die Quotes
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You might get run over; you might get hit by lightning. I mean, who knows? Each day, there is a chance you might die. And there's nothing wrong with that. Every living being on Earth is facing that same existential rift.
Alex Honnold
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True faith will always show itself by its fruits . . . I suspect that, with rare exceptions, men die just as they have lived.
J. C. Ryle
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I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled.
Charles Dickens
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One of the strongest motives for wishing to work on yourself is the realization that you may die at any moment - only you must first realize this.
G. I. Gurdjieff
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I've been evolving in my stunt career Stunts have always had their place, and I have to measure them now. I've done things where, if I make a mistake, I could die. You really need to look at each thing. That usually is a mechanical failure. So, I have gone from doing everything, to listening and saying, "Maybe I shouldn't do this."
Kevin Costner
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'She is the goddess of the dead. She comes to you smiling and kindly, and you know it is time to die.'
Philip Pullman
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If anybody said that I should die if I did not take beef-tea or mutton, even under medical advice, I would prefer death.
Mahatma Gandhi
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Even though they (women) grow weary and wear themselves out with child-bearing, it does not matter; let them go on bearing children till they die, that is what they are there for.
Martin Luther
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Anyway, that's what life is, just one learning experience after another, and when you're through with all the learning experiences you graduate and what you get for a diploma is, you die.
Frederik Pohl
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How many seemingly impossible things have been accomplished by resolute men because they had to do, or die?
Napoleon Bonaparte
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The novel is always pop art, and the novel is always dying. That's the only way it stays alive. It does really die. I've been thinking about that a lot.
Leslie Fiedler
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It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, utterly and abandonedly, whirls himself roundtill he spontaneously combusts into verse. He has nothing that goes on, no passion, only a few intense moods, separate like odd stars, and when each has burned away, he must die.
D. H. Lawrence
