AND WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO STARVE IN YOUR LAP AND WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO BURN IN YOUR BED AND WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO DROWN IN YOUR HEAT AND WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO BE POISONED BY YOUR BLOOD AND WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO MELT AWAY FROM YOUR KISS AND THEN WHEN I AM DEAD BURY ME CLOSE TO YOUR HEART
He knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort's feet... he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible...
WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO STRANGLE MYSELF IN YOUR BLACK HAIR AND WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO SUFFOCATE BETWEEN YOUR SWEET BREASTS AND WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO BE BLINDED BY YOUR BROWN EYES AND WHEN I HAVE TO DIE THEN I WANT TO CUT MY VEINS ON YOUR LIPS I HAVE NOT YET LEARNED ENOUGH MY HANDS IN CHAINS THE BRAIN- A HOLE IN THE WALL
We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" "No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.
Right now he was nothing but a physically hurt man who had been through hell and back, clinging to his promise. 'We be... together. More than just... few... hours. Wanna die... with you. Not... alone.' Fought to stay awake, needed to spend every second with Vadim while he could. Vadim kissed that hand again, looked up. 'We won't die. We'll never die. I promise. He'd promise anything, meant it, would die defending this man, would live and die and suffer for him.
[... ] dass die Erde eher wie eine Me¼llhalde ist, die verschiedenen Zeiten fallen im Dunkeln, den Mund mit Erde gefe¼llt, e¼bereinander her, die eine begattet die andre, ohne fruchtbar zu sein, und der Fortschritt besteht immer wieder nur darin, dass die, die auf dieser Erde herumgehen, von alldem nichts wissen.
Like: 'Don't walk out there with one hand in your pocket unless there's somethin' in there you're going to bring out.' You gotta commit. You've gotta go out there and improvise and you've gotta be completely unafraid to die. You've got to be able to take a chance to die. And you have to die lots. You have to die all the time.
Death can come at any moment. You could die this afternoon; you could die tomorrow morning; you could die on your way to work; you could die in your sleep. Most of us try to avoid the sense that death can come at any time, but its timing is unknown to us. Can we live each day as if it were our last? Can we relate to one another as if there were no tomorrow?
I don't want to die in pain or in an undignified way, I don't want any of the people I love to die in, die painfully. But I'm aware of the fact that they may die before I do and I have to part with them and take the loss. The hardest thing of love is to let go. But I think I can get let go of almost anybody.
When you die, you want to die a beautiful death. But what makes for a beautiful death is not always clear. To die without suffering, to die without causing trouble to others, to die leaving behind a beautiful corpse, to die looking good - it's not clear what is meant by a beautiful death. Does a beautiful death refer to the way you die or the condition of your corpse after death? This distinction is not clear. And when you start to stretch the image of death to the method of how to dispose of your corpse as befitting your image of death, everything grows completely out of hand.
The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die--with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. "Poor lady," they'll say, "The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven.
The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die-with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. "Poor lady, " they'll say, "The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven.
I was going to die. I was going to die, right now, right here, before I even had a chance to thoroughly apologize to anyone for what I'd done... before I had a chance to forgive myself. I wasn't even going to leave with a bang, one final act of dignity or at least the thought that I still belonged somewhere; I would die without even the simple acceptance that I'd done everything I could. Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. I didn't want to die crying.
Rock & Roll is so great, people should start dying for it. You don't understand. The music gave you back the beat so you could dream. A whole generation running with a Fender bass...The people just have to die for the music. People are dying for everything else, so why not the music? Die for it. Isn't it pretty? Wouldn't you die for something pretty?Perhaps I should die. After all, all the great blues singers did die. But life is getting better now.I don't want to die. Do I? - Lou Reed (1965-1968)
When a plane crashes and some die while others live, a skeptic calls into question God's moral character, saying that he has chosen some to live and others to die on a whim; yet you say it is your moral right to choose whether the child within you should live or die. Does that not sound odd to you? When God decides who should live or die, he is immoral. When you decide who should live or die, it's your moral right.
There's only one rule: The guy who trains the hardest, the most, wins. Period. Because you won't die. Even though you feel like you'll die, you don't actually die. Like when you're training, you can always do one more. Always. As tired as you might think you are, you can always, always do one more.
Machtgier, Geltungsdrang und Habsucht', sagte Maurice Micklewhite, 'sind die Ge¶tter der neuen Zeit. Die Menschen huldigen den Dingen. Sie verehren die Ge¶tter der Zivilisation. Sie verkaufen ihre Seelen an die dunklen Tre¤ume von Reichtum und Macht. Die alten Ge¶tter nannten Tugenden ihr Eigen. Mitgefe¼hl. Warmherzigkeit. Toleranz. Doch glaubt niemand mehr an die alten Ge¶tter, die den Menschen einst gezeigt haben, was Menschsein bedeutet.
Live Free or Die Hard may work better for an audience that doesn't know much about the series is than it will for Die Hard die hards, who will be wondering who that impersonator is and what he did with the real John McClane. The original Die Hard came out of nowhere to blitz the 1988 summer box office. The fourth installment arrives with a weight of expectations that Atlas would have trouble shouldering and, when the dust settles in September, it's unlikely that Live Free or Die Hard will be one of this year's big success stories.
I thought, "I want to die. I want to die more than ever before. There's no chance now of a recovery. No matter what sort of thing I do, no matter what I do, it's sure to be a failure, just a final coating applied to my shame. That dream of going on bicycles to see a waterfall framed in summer leaves""it was not for the likes of me. All that can happen now is that one foul, humiliating sin will be piled on another, and my sufferings will become only the more acute. I want to die. I must die. Living itself is the source of sin.
You hear about things happening to people - they slip in the bathtub, fall down the stairs, step off the curb in London because they think that the cars come the other way - and they die. You feel you want to die making an effort at something; you don't want to die in some unnecessary way.
Spiritus De kant van God die nooit gestorven is Of opgestaan. Die niet de tafels schreef Voor Mozes, maar die boven water zweefde Toen alles leeg en nog onbrandbaar was En sinds die tijd zwevende heeft gewacht Om eindelijk te branden boven de gedachten Van iedereen die meer heeft te vertellen Dan in de taal past. Nu is God zichzelf.
Menno van de Beek
Da gibt es mal wieder eine groeŸe internationale Systemkrise', sagt das Ke¤nguru kopfsche¼ttelnd, 'und dann kommt einer an - noch dazu ein Banker - und sagt: >Schuld haben nicht etwa die Politiker, die Banker, die Lobbyisten oder der Kapitalismus... Nein! Schuld haben< - Achtung! - >DIE AUSLe„NDER!< Na klar. Juchhe! Voll die neue Idee! Und der ganze Pe¶bel ruft: >Ja, das habe ich mir schon immer gedacht. Die sehen ja schon so komisch aus, und die reden so seltsam, und die me¶gen keine Leberwurscht!
You feel sorry for yourself. You think you're missing something and you don't know what it is. You're lonely inside your life. You have a job and a family and a fully executed will, already, at your age, because the whole point is to die prepared, die legal, with all the papers signed. Die liquid, so they can convert to cash.
Why now? Why not? Live or die, a man and a woman need love. There is a need in the race. We need to share. To belong. Perhaps you will die before the year is out. But remember this: to have may be taken from you, to have had never. Far better to have tasted love before dying, than to die alone.
When They Die We Change Our Minds About Them When they die we change our minds about them. While they live we see the plenty hard they're trying, to be a star, or nice, or wise, and so we do not quite believe them. When they die, suddenly they are what they claimed. Turns out, that's what one of those looks like. The cold war over manner of manly or mission is over. Same person, same facts and acts, just now a quiet brain stem. We no longer begrudge his or her stupid luck.When they die we change our minds about them. I will try to believe while you yet breathe.
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Suddenly, she doesn't want to die. She has no real reason not to, no sudden revelation, except that it's equally pointless to die as not to die. Why doesn't she die? She lives because she's meant to live, because she's already alive and it's comparatively easy to stay that way. She lives because, even though she doesn't know what it is, there must be a reason why she's here in the first place. She lives because either she's not as brave as all the dead girls who've gone before her, or she's actually braver - it's hard to tell.
You know, I once read an interesting book which said that, uh, most people lost in the wilds, they, they die of shame. Yeah, see, they die of shame. 'What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?' And so they sit there and they... die. Because they didn't do the one thing that would save their lives. Thinking.
Nicht die Stammtischrhetorik ist es, die die Idee des Hohen Hauses blamiert, es ist vielmehr die Nichtanerkennung der Verluste, die Verachtung der Empathischen und Engagierten, die aus einem solchen Redner den legitimen Repre¤sentanten eines blasierten Zynismus macht, der noch den Mitarbeitern von Hilfsorganisationen vorwirft, dass sich die Not, die sie sehen, in ihren Ze¼gen wiederfindet. Solche Verachtung mag ihm zwar den Beifall der CDU/CSU und der FDP einbringen, eigentlich aber verre¤t er die hehre Idee des Parlaments, das in diesem Augenblick dem Hohn e¼ber den Widerstand und das be¼rgerschaftliche Engagement applaudiert.
In ascending order the qualities of Patriotism are: 1. To work, fight, or die for your own survival. 2. To work, fight, or die for your immediate family. 3. To work, fight, or die for a group, extended family, tribe, or clan. 4. To work, fight, or die for a group too large for all the individuals to know each other. 5. To work, fight, or die for a way of life.
Robert A. Heinlein
You know what's awkward?" David asked, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Our entire existences?" Now the grin was real. "That, " he acknowledged. "And when you make a big, dramatic gesture because you think you're going to die, and then you-" "Don't die, " I finished for him, and he nodded. "Exactly. Not that I'm not one hundred percent psyched that we didn't die, but...
You are afraid to die?' Yes, everyone is.' But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars when they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see - each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structures.
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
Your edict, King, was strong, But all your strength is weakness itself against The immortal unrecorded laws of God. They are not merely now: they were, and shall be, Operative for ever, beyond man utterly. I knew I must die, even without your decree: I am only mortal. And if I must die Now, before it is my time to die, Surely this is no hardship: can anyone Living, as I live, with evil all about me, Think Death less than a friend?
Es ist ein Verdre¤ngungsmechanismus, zu behaupten, die Gewalt, die wir erleben, habe nichts mit dem Islam zu tun. Es ist das Ausweichen vor einer kritischen Auseinandersetzung mit den Teilen der islamischen Tradition, die le¤ngst e¼berholt sind. Die islamische Theologie muss sich dieser Auseinandersetzung stellen.
As Jesus explained, the right things have to die so the right things can live--we die to selfishness, greed, power, accumulation, prestige, and self-preservation, giving life to community, generosity, compassion, mercy, brotherhood, kindness, and love. The gospel will die in the toxic soil of self.
I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.
I would like to die peacefully with Thomas Tallis on my iPod before the disease takes me over and I hope that will not be for quite some time to come, because if I knew that I could die at any time I wanted, then suddenly every day would be as precious as a million pounds, if I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice.
Switch on the television or glance at the newspaper: You will see death everywhere. Yet, did the victims of those plane crashes and car accidents expect to die? They took life for granted, as we do. How often do we hear stories of people whom we know, or even friends, who died unexpectedly? We don't even have to be ill to die: Our bodies can suddenly break down and go out of order, just like our cars. We can be quite well one day, then fall sick and die the next.
I would be misleading you if I made you feel that we could win a violent campaign. It's impractical even to think about it. The minute we start, we will end up getting many more people killed unnecessarily. Now, I'm ready to die myself. Many other committed people are ready to die. If you believe in something firmly, if you believe in it truly, if you believe it in your heart, you are willing to die for it, but I'm not going to advocate a method that brings about unnecessary death.
Martin Luther King
notable people do notable things for they take notice of the unnoticed.They think beyond our thinking. They look beyond what we all look. They try, fail, and try again.They dare unrelentingly. They don't die with their purpose. They die on their purpose. Though they die, their purpose ever lives.
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
A multitude of souls fall into the depths of Hell, and it is of the faith that all who die in mortal sin are condemned for ever and ever. According to statistics, approximately 80,000 persons die every day. How many of these will die in mortal sin, and how many will be condemned! For, as their lives have been, so also will be their end.
Anthony Mary Claret