Die
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I live and die with the Chicago Cubs.
Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
The fact that people die because of an AK-47 is not because of the designer, but because of politics.
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
We are all born alone and die alone. The loneliness is definitely part of the journey of life.
In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.
There's a constant tension between the excitement of new people and security with one person. If you go with excitement, you create chaos; you hurt people. There's jealousy, and it gets very messy. If you have security, it can be boring, and you die inside because of all the opportunities missed.
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
If you're going to die, then die. If you're going to live, then fight.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.
You should learn from your competitor, but never copy. Copy and you die.
We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.
I will be Green until the day I die, if not for a long time after.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.
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