A Quote by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Call no day happy 'til it is done; call no man happy til he is dead. — © Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Call no day happy 'til it is done; call no man happy til he is dead.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Call no man happy until he is dead.
Call no man happy until he is dead, but only lucky.
Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead
An unlucky rich man is more capable of satisfying his desires and of riding out disaster when it strikes, but a lucky man is better off than him...He is the one who deserves to be described as happy. But until he is dead, you had better refrain from calling him happy, and just call him fortunate.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath To spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.
Happy Father's Day -- or as they call it in my family, happy brother-in-law's day.
A bell's not a bell 'til you ring it, A song's not a song 'til you sing it, Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay, Love isn't love 'til you give it away!
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.
Sleep 'til you're hungry, eat 'til you're sleepy.
I'm a moldy moldy man I'm moldy thru and thru I'm a moldy moldy man You would not think it true I'm moldy til my eyeballs I'm moldy til my toe I will not dance I shyballs I'm such a humble Joe.
We can't stop trying til we break up our minds, til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knight.
Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
Too many times we stand aside, and let the waters slip away. Til what we put off til tomorrow has now become today.
Things use to be real nice, til they got out of hand. Since they moved in, they call themselves the Taliban.
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