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Death can happen anywhere, but kids in Chicago, like 4 years old, can get shot. You don't really hear that in too many places.
It is in identifying yourself with the hopes, dreams, fears and longings of others that you may understand them and help them.
Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death. [Lat., Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.]
In my own works I am an obsessionist. Though I write humorous music too, much of it has been obsessed by death and the tragic.
At the beginning I didn't even really think about making a movie [Dream of Life]. I was just thinking of documenting somebody.
A year after Hemingway died on the front page, Faulkner went off after a binge, as if dying was nobody's business but his own.
Your life is the manifestation of your dream; it is an art. You can change your life anytime if you aren't enjoying the dream.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.
Oh, how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living!
There is not a grain of dust, not an atom that can become nothing, yet man believes that death is the annhilation of his being.
The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.
And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.
If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.
Just like the poles of a magnet, some people are drawn to death and others are repulsed by it, but we all have to deal with it.
Soon is the struggle past, and to the earth, To the eternal sun, I render back These atoms, joined in me for pain and pleasure.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.
A piece of creative writing, like a day-dream, is a continuation of, and a substitute for, what was once the play of childhood.
"Those who give up dreams, do injury to their own hearts and cannot possibly enjoy a profound sense of fulfillment in the end.
It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.
I will not die an unlived life...I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me...I choose to risk my significance.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.
When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming.
The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
Death itself is less painful when it comes upon us unawares than the bare contemplation of it, even when danger is far distant.
Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
On the subject of wild mushrooms, it is easy to tell who is an expert and who is not: The expert is the one who is still alive.
You just have to keep on doing what you do. It's the lesson I get from my husband; he just says, Keep going. Start by starting.
Freedom from slavery is achieved only when a person starts to feel and understand that he would prefer death to life as a slave.
What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.
It is equally pointless to weep because we won't be alive a hundred years from now as that we were not here a hundred years ago.
The inspiration for my illusions comes from many places. Most often they come from my dreams, or an everyday occurrence in life.
Earth recedes, Heaven opens before me. If this is death, it is sweet! There is no valley here. God is calling me, and I must go.
In classical times, it was a capital offense to speculate upon the hour of a king's death or upon the identity of his successor.
These five years as a couturier have really changed my way of seeing fashion and my confidence with fashion. Couture is a dream.
Mexican writer and diplomat, "Pasado en claro" ("A Draft of Shadows") You learn something the day you die. You learn how to die.
Nor has his death the world deceiv'd than his wondrous life surprise d; if he like a madman liv'd least he like a wise one dy'd.
And when no longer we can see Thee, may we reach out our hands, and find Thee leading us through death to immortality and glory.
Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.
The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life, in living life happily, as it should be lived. Living for the moment.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
I'm very flattered when people I respect like my work. It's like a dream of a little kid when somebody I idolised likes my work.
Let us live like those who expect to die, and then we shall find that we feared death only because we were unacquainted with it.
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.
To neglect at any time preparation for death is to sleep on our post at a siege; to omit it in old age is to sleep at an attack.
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.
The problem is that the Enlightenment dream may make too many demands on poor African apes like us. We may just not be up to it.
To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.
[My] dream writers room: "'Naked City.' Because it still holds up as the absolutely quintessential New York pure cop procedural."