A Quote by Stephen King

no one dies happy, you can only die well — © Stephen King
no one dies happy, you can only die well
There are no happy endings, just happy days, happy moments. The only real ending is death, and trust me, no one dies happy. And the price of not dying is that things change all the time, and the only thing you can count on is that there's not a thing you can do about it.
One only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again.
In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.
A coward may die many times, but a brave man dies only once. If I die for you, I won't consider it death but love.
He who dies before he dies does not die when he dies.
Everybody dies, Sally. The thing is to die well.
Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives.
Those who surrender to the service of the poor through love of Christ, will live like the grains of wheat that dies. It only apparently dies. If it were not to die, it would remain a solitary grain. The harvest comes because of the grain that dies. We know that every effort to improve society, above all when society is so full of injustice and sin, is an effort that God blesses; that God wants; that God demands of us.
When a man dies, he does not just die of the disease he has: he dies of his whole life.
You know, everybody dies. My parents died. Your father died. Everybody dies. I'm going to die too. So will you. The thing is, to have a life before we die. It can be a real adventure having a life
They say love dies between two people. That’s wrong. It doesn’t die. It just leaves you, goes away, if you aren’t good enough, worthy enough. It doesn’t die; you’re the the one that dies. It’s like the ocean: if you’re no good, if you begin to make a bad smell in it, it just spews you up somewhere to die. You die anyway, but I had rather drown in the ocean than be urped up onto a strip of dead beach and be dried away by the sun into a little foul smear with no name to it, just this was for an epitaph
The world will die, but I shall not die.If God dies, then I will die;If he does not die, then why should I die?
Everyone always dies for his country. If you have lived in it, well and wisely and actively, you die for it too.
Beauty plus pity-that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Cause if you shoot a bullet someone dies. If you drop a bomb many die. You hit a woman, love dies. But if you say the F-word... nothing actually happens.
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