I think the amazing thing about gospel music is that not only does it lift up the death and resurrection of our Lord, which is consistent with the Gospel, but it is uniquely communicated depending upon the generation.
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand – its elements are hunger, envy, and death.
Death is the ultimate enemy – and I find nothing reproachable in those who rage mightily against the dying of the light.
Never chase a lie. Let it alone, and it will run itself to death.
Once you start doing only what you’ve already proven you can do, you’re on the road to death.
If I ever completely lost my nervousness I would be frightened half to death.
I always get the ‘goth girl’ thing because I wear black. But I don’t worship death.
Dealing with network executives is like being nibbled to death by ducks.
You haven’t lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.
The minute we stop learning, we begin death, the process of dying. We learn from each other with every action we perform. We are teaching goodness or evil every time we step out of the house and into the street.
The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.
One must keep working continuously; otherwise, one thinks of death.
Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.
A filmmaker doesn’t have to suffer to show suffering. You just have to understand it. You don’t have to die to shoot a death scene.
Sin brought death, and death will disappear with the disappearance of sin.
Bankruptcy is about financial death and financial rebirth. Bankruptcy is the great American story rewritten. We’re a nation of debtors.
Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.
No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.
The disembodied spirit is immortal; there is nothing of it that can grow old or die. But the embodied spirit sees death on the horizon as soon as its day dawns.
You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.
Pain is the mind. It’s the thoughts of the mind. Then I get rid of the thoughts, and I get in my witness, which is down in my spiritual heart. The witness that witnesses being. Then those particular thoughts that are painful – love them. I love them to death!
Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.
When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.
I would rather die in freedom on my way back home than starve to death here.
Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.
Privacy was in sufficient danger before TV appeared, and TV has given it its death blow.
And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
You look up at drama, down at comedy. A singer, looking up is okay. A comic, it’s death.
The enemy fought with savage fury, and met death with all its horrors, without shrinking or complaining: not one asked to be spared, but fought as long as they could stand or sit.
The symbolic language of the crucifixion is the death of the old paradigm; resurrection is a leap into a whole new way of thinking.
We are not our own. We do not belong to ourselves. But we have been purchased with a dear price. We have cost an immense sum, even the sufferings and death of the Son of God.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
In nature, there is less death and destruction than death and transmutation.
I thank God that I can say on my death bed that I am a virtuous woman.
Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.
Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.
If you have only one passion in life – football – and you pursue it to the exclusion of everything else, it becomes very dangerous. When you stop doing this activity it is as though you are dying. The death of that activity is a death in itself.
In almost every interview someone asks what does HIM stand for. I can’t even remember our latest lie about that. When Hanson was hot, we said it means Hanson Is Murder. The name doesn’t have a particular history. His Infernal Majesty was a totally different band. I think HIM derives from some death metal joke.
I hate to say this, but I’ll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
Pergamon, a prosperous city in western Anatolia, was fabled to have been founded by Hercules’ son. Like many Hellenistic cities populated by Greeks who intermarried with indigenous people, Pergamon after Alexander the Great’s death (323 B.C.) had evolved a hybrid of democracy and Persian-influenced monarchy.
Death can come at any time to anyone. Everybody is equal before death.
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.
The body dies, but the spirit that transcends it cannot be touched by death.
The ‘kingdom of Heaven’ is a condition of the heart – not something that comes ‘upon the earth’ or ‘after death.’
I simply can’t build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death… I think… peace and tranquillity will return again.
I’m a huge animal lover – I love animals to death. I’ve got tortoises and three dogs, and I’ve had a million animals in the past. I just think that we should do all we can to take care of them.
It’s the same each time with progress. First they ignore you, then they say you’re mad, then dangerous, then there’s a pause and then you can’t find anyone who disagrees with you.
The innocent and the beautifulHave no enemy but time;Arise and bid me strike a matchAnd strike another till time catch;(In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markievicz)
Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time, Be crushed by the spirit of light.
We cry coming into the world, as everyone around us laughs with joy. And we laugh with joy leaving this world, when everyone around us cries.
Fireheart dashed to the warrior’s side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws.Why, Fireheart? Cloudtail wailed. Why her?Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood, he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface.
Your hand can seize today, but not tomorrow; and thoughts of your tomorrow are nothing but desire. Don’t waste this breath, if your heart isn’t crazy, since the rest of your life won’t last forever.
What makes the prospect of death distinctive in the modern age is the background of permanent technological and sociological revolution against which it is set, and which serves to strip us of any possible faith in the permanence of our labours. Our ancestors could believe that their achievements had a chance of bearing up against the flow of events. We know time to be a hurricane. Our buildings, our sense of style, our ideas, all of these will soon enough be anachronisms, and the machines in which we now take inordinate pride will seem no less bathetic than Yorick’s skull.
When Shi Mei died, Mo Weiyu disappeared from the world.And when Chu Wanning died……?Mo Ran didn’t know. All he knew was the feeling of the person in his arms slowly growing colder and colder on that day. He didn’t cry, nor did he laugh; joy and sorrow both grew out of reach.When Chu Wanning died, Mo Weiyu no longer knew what the world even was anymore.
The real power in America is held by a fast-emerging new Oligarchy of pimps and preachers who see no need for Democracy or fairness or even trees, except maybe the ones in their own yards, and they don’t mind admitting it. They worship money and power and death. Their ideal solution to all the nation’s problems would be another 100 Year War.
We live in a time when princes are trekking while servants are flying private jets
When your company requires you to dress up in fireproof clothing to do your job, it is time to switch careers!
You need to be greedy or ignorant to truly want to live forever.