They're classic themes, which is why I think it's such a great story to look at again. The concept of being loyal to your friends, to the point where you'd even die for them, is a great subject.
Stuff your feelings because feelings buried alive don't die. And that fear or that upset or that anger or that whatever it is, it'll turn into something inside of you. So you want to get it out.
There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them.
"My father," she admitted, "was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured. " She paused. "Though he did die. "
The way to really live is to die. The passport to living is to imagine yourself in your grave. Imagine you're lying in your coffin. . . . Now look at your problems from that viewpoint. Changes everything, doesn't it?
No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.
I'll make it. I won't die. I've got too much I have to do to let myself die.
I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame, they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all the same.
Prayer is the way to die to our own wishes and surrender everything to God.
Getting plastic surgery in your late 70's, it's kind of like painting your house as the fire approaches. Just die, there's no shame in it.
Money can come and go, and fame comes and goes. Peace of mind and a relationship with God is far more important, so this is the precedent that we've set in our lives. The bottom line is, we all die, so Jesus is the answer.
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
You're not living until it doesn't matter a tinker's damn to you whether you live or die. At that point you live. When you're ready to lose your life, you live it.
I wonder where we go when we die?” “…Pittsburgh?” “You mean if we’re good or if we’re bad?
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
It's not about if I can! I'm doing this because I want to. . . If I have to die fighting for it, then I die.
Whatever your problems are, keep in mind that you die at the end of all this. Lets get out there, brutalize ourselves and laugh at those certain pricks who take it seriously, like there is any way to win in all this.
Everybody thinks that you go to Africa and you build a school, or you teach English, or you build a hospital. But actually all you need to do is play football with kids for six months and then after they've trusted you, you tell them about the truth of Aids, and that their grandmother didn't die from witchcraft, she died from Aids. And that's the biggest difference you can make.
Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.
LOVE: Deception of the flesh and damage to the spirit. Disease of the soul, atrophy of the brain, weakening of the heart, corruption of the senses, poetic lies from which one gets ferociously inebriated two or three times a day in order to consume this precious but stupid life more quickly. And yet I would prefer to die of love. Its the only swindler, after Judas, that can kill with a kiss.