Dies Quotes

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

There are only three events in a man's life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.

Nothing dies harder than a bad idea.

I want to run for the Senate from Tennessee. Not now, but when I'm 50, when music dies down a little bit. I know lots of artists and actors have those delusions of grandeur, but ever since I was a kid, it's been of interest to me.

Man always dies before he is fully born.

He only half dies who leaves an image of himself in his sons.

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

It lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it. While it lies there, it needs no constitution, no law, no court to save it.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

He who doesn't fear death dies only once.

But what is the greatest evil? If you are going to epitomize evil, what is it? Is it the bomb? The greatest evil that one has to fight constantly, every minute of the day until one dies, is the worse part of oneself.

God - a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

Every man dies. Not every man lives.

We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. When the loyal opposition dies, I think the soul of America dies with it.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over; but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning; and life at that price is not worth living.

To a father, when a child dies, the future dies; to a child when a parent dies, the past dies.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.