A Quote by Philip Sidney

The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine. — © Philip Sidney
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
In Frankenstein there is a transfer first of life into death (in the creation and animation of the monster), and then of death into life, as the monster takes his revenge on the father who gave him life but withheld recognition.
Death is the door from the superficial life, the so-called life, the trivial. There is a door. If you pass through the door you reach another life - deeper, eternal, without death, deathless. So from so-called life, which is really nothing but dying, one has to pass through the door of death; only then does one achieve a life that is really existential and active - without death in it.
What we put into every moment is all we have. You can drug yourself to death or you can smoke yourself to death or eat yourself to death, or you can do everything right and be healthy and then get hit by a car. Life is so great, such a neat thing, and yet all during it we have to face death, which can make you nuts and depressed.
The first novel I wrote was a monster - clocking in at 180,000 words - but it died a death, a death it deserved. It was called 'The Gods First Make Mad.' It was a good title, but it was the only good thing about the book. I didn't let that put me off.
When I, who is called a "weapon" or a "monster", fight a real monster, I can fully realize that I am just a "human".
It is better to die than to preserve this life by incurring disgrace. The loss of life causes but a moment's grief, but disgrace brings grief every day of one's life.
I consider Paine our greatest political thinker. As we have not advanced, and perhaps never shall advance, beyond the Declaration and Constitution, so Paine has had no successors who extended his principles.
The Alien bill proposed in the Senate is a monster that must forever disgrace its parents.
When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.
A man whose life has been dishonourable is not entitled to escape disgrace in death.
I smoke on the mic like Smokin' Joe Frazier, The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor.
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
I know that there's this one Albanian myth that's always reflected on, and I think it reflects on the actual core culture. That myth is called The Besa. B-E-S-A. The Besa is a word that Albanians use to mean avow, but it's such a strong promise, that even past death, one cannot break that promise. It is unfathomable. So if you give someone your besa, life or death, heaven or hell, you have to fulfill that besa.
My character and good name are in my own keeping. Life with disgrace is dreadful. A glorious death is to be envied.
No nice extreme a true Italian knows; But bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.
Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.
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