Best 2053 quotes in «dying quotes» category

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.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

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.

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 is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.

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 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.

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.

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

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)

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?

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.

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.

Hypocrisy is the characteristic feature of the dying bourgeois epoch.

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

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

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

I am dying. Please ... bring me a toothpick.

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 a thousand cruel and unusual deaths as fifty pairs of eyes take me in, size me up like something that should be hanging over a fireplace in a gentleman's den.

I am going to die of love....daroga....I am dying of love .... That's how it is... I loved her so! And I love her still...daroga.....and I am dying of love for her, I tell you! if you knew how beautiful she was when she let me kiss her...It was the first ...time, daroga, the first time I ever kissed a woman.. Yes, alive... I kissed her alive.... And she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead!

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.

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.

I am now face to face with dying. But I am not finished with living.

I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me, I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.

I am ready to die out of nature, and be born again into this new yet unapproachable America I have found in the West.

I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)

I am tired of always dying with a broken heart.

I am ready to die for my Lord, that in my blood the Church may obtain liberty and peace.

I am writing to all the Churches and I enjoin all, that I am dying willingly for God's sake, if only you do not prevent it. I beg you, do not do me an untimely kindness. Allow me to be eaten by the beasts, which are my way of reaching to God. I am God's wheat, and I am to be ground by the teeth of wild beasts, so that I may become the pure bread of Christ.

I bet the worst part about dying is the part where your whole life passes before you.