Dying is the last thing I will ever do.

That was a great game of golf, fellers.

The one who is not being born is dying.

The creature born is the creature dying.

Jakie, is it my birthday or am I dying ?

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

We just did an awesome job of not dying.

I never felt like dying was a good idea.

I'm dying for people to let me be funny!

Anything I do today, I regard as urgent.

If you're not busy living, you're dying.

Lightbulbs die, my sweet. I will depart.

Dying is the last thing I would EVER do!

The world is the mirror of myself dying.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

The only death I fear is dying ignorant.

Ego is a ghost who is terrified of dying

Living is what scares me. Dying is easy.

I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.

There's a buzz to failing and not dying.

No child should die in the dawn of life.

Our life is made by the death of others.

Everybody loses the thing that made them.

The Beatles are dying in the wrong order.

Prophets have a way of dying by violence.

Faith gives us living joy and dying rest.

He who doesn't fear death dies only once.

As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

She's so thin she's either dying or rich.

We grow to heaven. We don't go to heaven.

Come my little one, and give me your hand.

I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Not actively surviving is passively dying.

I'm dying of boredom. Or maybe just dying.

Dying is no big deal. Living is the trick.

It hurts, it hurts... Im dying, I'm dying.

The moment you stop learning you're dying.

My grandmother made dying her life's work.

Things are simple when you're going to die.

Above all, learn to live when you're dying.

I was just dying to get out of my twenties.

If this is dying, I don't think much of it.

Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain?

I will be conquered; I will not capitulate.

Dying's tough - but not as tough as comedy.

Entertainment, really, is a dying industry.

Oh death, you can wait; keep your distance.

But the peasants - how do the peasants die?

It has served us well, this myth of Christ.

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