Dying Quotes - Page 54

As I apologized to her a flicker of panic raced through me and then faded away. There wasn't enough life left in me to panic. I'd made a mistake and I was dying. Apparently not even a Speck afterlife was available to me. I'd simply stop being. Apparently I hadn't died correctly. Oops.

People are finally able to look around and say, 'I can see the drought, I can see the rising sea levels, I can see the crops dying. Okay, now I get it.' It is finally beginning to sink in that there has been a lot of damage.

I have a very low regard for cynics. I think it's the beginning of dying.

Dying--shucks! If you kin handle the living, what's to be afraid of the dying?

Beloved Renegade is a meditation on Walt Whitman, on tenderness, on dying.

Unfortunately, Osama bin Laden puts his finger on the other longstanding injustices in the Arab world: the conying so. And, tinued occupation of Palestinian land by the Israelis; the enormous, constant Arab anger with the tens of thousands of Iraqi children who are dying under sanctions; the feelings of humiliation of millions of Arabs living under petty dictators, almost all of whom are propped up by the West.

I'm into old-time music, I'm not very interested in modern, popular music at all. And if I'm really into some particular old-time musician, some fiddler or banjo player, I'm always dying of curiosity to see what they look like.

My daughter told me she wasn't afraid of spider but that she was afraid of my smoking. She said that she was afraid of my dying.

Dying's not so bad. At least I won't have to answer the telephone.

The Bible tells us that there are some things worth fighting for. In fact, the Bible says there's some things worth dying for.

Seriously, who curses you with their dying breath and says, I hope your eye twitches!

So let me get this straight,” Carter said. “The two guys you liked—one who was dying and one who was off-limits because he’s a god—are now one guy, who isn’t dying and isn’t off-limits. And you’re complaining.

But how do we even get to the land of the dead?” I asked. “I mean…without dying.

The end comes, no matter what. The only thing that matters is, how do you want to go out, on your feet or on your knees?

The moment of Jesus' greatest glory was on the cross, dying as our substitute.

This is how it works You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can't You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath.

Without question, dying on 'Lost' was the best thing I have ever done in my entire career.

If you're going to risk dying, there's no sense doing it wet, cold and hungry unless absolutely necessary.

They're feeding the people a line of bull, and they are spinning and people are dying.

From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life seem that short, indeed, over and done before you took a breath? Did it seem this abrupt and impossible to everyone, or only to himself, here, now, with a few hours left to him for thought and deliberation?

I didn't know there was a dying-professor section at the bookstore.

A man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.

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

But we are not interested in death at all: rather, we escape the facts, we are continuously escaping the facts. Death is there, and every moment we are dying. Death is not something far away, it is here and now: we are dying. But while we are dying we go on being concerned about life. This concern with life, this over concern with life, is just an escape, just a fear. Death is there, deep inside - growing.

Freedom is the basic thing. Consciousness grows in freedom and starts dying, becomes paralyzed and crippled, when things are forced. And up to now, this has been done. This is the greatest crime that parents have always committed against children. They go on forcing the child.