Best 2053 quotes in «dying quotes» category

... half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.

Half the people in Hollywood are dying to be discovered and the other half are afraid they will be.

Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea.

Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?

Haven't laughed this hard in a long time. I better stop now before I start crying. Go off to sleep in the sunshine...I don't want to see the day when its dying.

Having been an oncologist and having cared for scores, if not hundreds, of dying patients, when you don't have a treatment that can shrink the tumor and the patient will die, it's a very difficult conversation. It's emotionally draining.

Having lots of money while not having inner peace is like dying of thirst while bathing in the ocean.

Having reached 451 books as of now doesn't help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, "Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one." (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: "I love you, Janet.") [They were. -Janet.]

Heal the World, make it a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race, there are people dying, if you care enough for the living, make a better place for you and for me.

Hearing that I'd come so close to dying should've terrified me, but all I could muster up was a weary "This day sucks.

He comic page is dying; I didn't want to go with it.

He didn't reject the idea so much as not react to it and watch as it floated away. He thought very broadly of desires and ideas being watched but not acted upon, he thought of impulses being starved of expression and dying out and floating dryly away.

He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.

He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

He has gone over to the majority.

He [Martin Luther King Jr.] always used to say you have no choice about being born or dying. The only thing you have a choice about is what you die for.

He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.

He's the type of man who will end up dying in his own arms.

...he thought of dying as a kind of adventure, something new that he hadn't yet experienced. Like an unusual vacation trip.

He wanted to pay her; he thought women ought to be paid for keeping men from dying or going out of their minds.

He who is dying of hunger must be fed rather than taught.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.

His outflung hands traced over the threads of his rug, passed loop by loop through some patient woman's hands. Or maybe she hadn't been patient. Maybe she'd been tired, or irritated, or distracted, or hungry, or angry. Maybe she had been dying. But her hands had kept moving, all the same.

His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.

HIV/AIDS is the greatest danger we have faced for many, many centuries. HIV/AIDS is worse than a war. It is like a world war. Millions of people are dying from it.

Honey, we all got to go sometime, reason or no reason. Dying's as natural as living. The man who's too afraid to die is too afraid to live.

How alike are the groans of love to those of the dying.

He who is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.

How many demons and people are enslaved here? (Jericho) Define slavery. (Asmodeus) Kept against their will. (Jericho) Good definition. Counting me? (Asmodeus) Why not? (Jericho) Probably a couple of million…you know it’s really hard to count to a million, plus they’re always dying and new ones are coming in. I tried to count once, but it got really depressing so I stopped. The constant adding and subtracting. Not my forte, really. (Asmodeus)

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for?

How rude for the created to tell the Creator "I wasn't worth it. You didn't do a good job when you made me. I wasn't worth dying for." You don't get a choice! He's the one who gets to decide.

How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

Human beings are afraid of dying. They are always running after something: money, honor, and pleasure. But if you had to die now, what would you want?

Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding into light for years, then dying away.

Human rights rest on human dignity. The dignity of man is an ideal worth fighting for and worth dying for.

I am afraid of death, scared by it. I already don't know whether I exist or not. So dying really terrifies me.

I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.

I always want to learn but I am sure on my dying day I will feel like I left something in the bucket.

Hypocrisy is the characteristic feature of the dying bourgeois epoch.

I always thought that you could do worse than find yourself dying in the company of a devoted former student.

I am busy with my work. My path is clear. I see somebody dying, I pick him up. I find somebody hungry, I give him food. He can love and be loved. I don't look at his color, I don't look at his religion.

I am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects.

I am dying innocent. The sentence is wrong. God protect Germany and make Germany great again. Long live Germany! God protect my family!

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.