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Norman Cousins quote: "The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of..."
The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live. Norman Cousins
John Jakes quote: "We are all dying of life."
We are all dying of life. John Jakes
That was the big joke, wasn't it? The answer to the riddle: There was no one up there in Heaven, making sure the accounts came out right. I'd solved it, hadn't I? Cracked the code? It was all just a joke. The god inside my brother's head was just his disease. My mother had knelt every night and prayed to her own steepled hands. Your baby died because of ... because of no particular reason at all. Your wife left you because you sucked all the oxygen out of the room, so you pretended she was... Wally Lamb
Paulo Coelho quote: "What good is money to you if you're going to die? It's not..."
What good is money to you if you're going to die? It's not often that money can save someone's life. Paulo Coelho
Mahatma Gandhi quote: "I crave to die with my hand at the spinning wheel."
I crave to die with my hand at the spinning wheel. Mahatma Gandhi
I must, before I die, find some way to say the essential thing that is in me, that I have never said yet -- a thing that is not love or hate or pity or scorn, but the very breath of life, fierce and coming from far away, bringing into human life the vastness and the fearful passionless force of non-human things. Bertrand Russell
We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre. Edna St. Vincent Millay
Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show. A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin. And still allows some stirring down within. Richard Wilbur
Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity. Friedrich Nietzsche
I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance! Christopher Marlowe
New York is a place where the rich walk, the poor drive Cadillac's, and the beggars die of malnutrition with thousands of dollars hidden in their mattresses. Duke Ellington
And Adam ruled, for he was the King. Until the day his will to be King deserted him. Then he died, food for a stronger. And the strongest was always the King, not by strength alone, but King by cunning and luck and strength together. Among the rats. James Clavell
A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept. Charlotte Bronte
In war," answered the weaver, "the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich make slaves of the poor. We must work to live, and they give us such mean wages that we die. We toil for them all day long, and they heap up gold in their coffers, and our children fade away before their time, and the faces of those we love become hard and evil. We tread out the grapes, another drinks the wine. We sow the corn, and our own board is empty. We have chains, though no eye beholds them; and... Oscar Wilde
George Eliot quote: "We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear..."
We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born. George Eliot

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