No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.

If poetry dies, nothing lives !

I feel like part of me will die when John Goodman dies.

The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual. The impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.

It’s still going on. I guess it will be until Redmond quits, dies or is jailed.

Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.

Pain pumps blood when heart dies

True leaders are willing to die for their dreams. They don’t oppress with ignorance; they impress with visions”. They live like Martin Luther King Jr, Nelson Mandela…

As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We’ve still been running in the mornings, but the city’s different...

The greatest legacy a father can leave for his children before he departs is PEACE, otherwise his properties will go in PIECES sooner that he dies.

Watching someone you love go through difficult times is like being trapped in your own body but paralyzed. You want to yell at them, scream, help them, but your body won’t move, and you know...

The day you stop clapping at a gig is the day your soul dies.

It’s either not good enough and dies altogether, or it develops.

Not everyone who died had left a “memory” and not everyone who had left a memory had left a “blessed” one. Therefore, not all have died should be tagged “…of a blessed memory

Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.