Alexander the Great and his mule driver both died and the same thing happened to both.
In the eyes of the unrighteous it appeared that God did not intervene and that His Son died, but for believers it was at that precise moment that true glory was manifested and definitive salvation achieved.
I am deeply a part of the problem for which Christ died.
It is unconscionable that 10,000 boys have died in Vietnam. If 10,000 American women had mind enough they could end the war, if they were committed to the task, even if it meant going to jail.
A person can attack that bottle of vodka and drink it like it's a bottle of cold water. Two of my wife's girlfriends died from drinking. They weren't big pill-takers; they were drinkers. So it can't be so simple as to slide away, like Marilyn Monroe.
I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. The deaths ye died I have watched beside And the lives ye led were mine.
That's why I'm glad Jesus died when he did. Because if he lived to be 40, he would have ended up like Elvis. He was famous already at that point. If he lived to be 40, he'd be walking around Jerusalem with a big fat beer gut and black side burns going, Damn, I'm the son of God. Give me a cheeseburger and french fries right now.
You haven't lived until you died in New York.
Evolution is what it is. The upper classes have always died out; it's one of the most charming things about them.
Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person's eyes maybe died back in childhood.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.
People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.
My father died when I was nine, but I came from a stable family environment, which I think does contribute to being well-behaved.
I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime.
No person ever died that had a family.
. . . a capital patient, as she never died and never got well.
Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.
Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.
There's actually a lot of bullshit in my Google search. They killed me in one of them! I died in one of my Google searches.
The Emperor died forsaken by all, on this horrible rock. (St. Helena) His death struggle was awful!