Top 1200 Born To Die Quotes & Sayings - Page 4

I want to be there for all those who are left behind in this world, whether it's because they are born poor, born a woman, or born in an area affected by devastation.

One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.

We only have two things that we share in this life; we are born and we die. And what we do in between those times, we've got to be happy. I don't let the outside world deter me.

You cannot be born and you cannot die because you don't even exist ... in the sense that you think of existence.

We are born knowing how to be just. And we die knowing we spent a lifetime pretending we didn't.

Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

Born poor, but of honored and humble people, I am particularly proud to die poor.

There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

God has loved you since before you were born-so much so that 2,000 years ago, He sent His Son Jesus to die in your place.

A person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.

Everything begins only to end. The moment you were born you began to die. That's how it is with everything.

A nation that cannot preserve itself ought to die, and it will die - die in the grasp of the evils it is too feeble to overthrow

Nobody is born as a teacher and only a few die as a teacher!

Smoking kills you, but life kills you, and if you don't want to die, go into a freezer when you are born and nothing will happen to you.

The self... is not an organic thing that has a specific location, whose fundamental fate is to be born, to mature, to die; it is a dramatic effect arising diffusely from a scene that is presented.

I was born in a house where my family lived for 300 years. I was born in the home where my grandfather was born in.

If you were born poor, it's not your fault. But if you die poor it is.

I'm born to do music. I'm born to act. I'm born to dance and all of these things, and I will be respected.

The man or woman who is born of God, who is regenerate, simply does not and cannot continue-abide-in a life of sin. They may backslide temporarily, but if they are born of God they will come back. It is as certain as that they have been born again. It is the way to test whether or not someone is born again.

To live is nothing more than to come here to die, to be what we were before being born, but with apprenticeship, experience, knowledge of cause, and perhaps with will.

To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!

There are still generations of people, older people, who were born and bred and marinated in it, in that prejudice and racism, and they just have to die.

I was born to play football, just like Beethoven was born to write music and Michelangelo was born to paint.

We are all born and someday we'll all die. Most likely to some degree alone. Our aloneness in this world is, maybe not anymore, a thing to mourn.

Dear White Fella When I am born I’m black When I grow up I’m black When I am sick I’m black When I go out ina sun I’m black When I git cold I’m black When I git scared I’m black And when I die I’m still black. But you white fella When you’re born you’re pink When you grow up you’re white When you git sick you’re green When you go out ina sun you go red When you git cold you go blue When you git scared you’re yellow And when you die you’re grey And you got the cheek to call me coloured?

Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die... Still you wait and will not try - A bird with wings who dares not rise and fly.

If the logic of capitalism is "expand or die," then either it has to die or the world has to die.

We are born to live, we are born to understand, we are born to carry a cursed pattern and be transformed by pain.

But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I'll be there.

I'm sure it's not any wish of mine that I'm born with inclinations for better things. If I could be born again, and had the designing of myself, I'd be born the lowest and coarsest-minded person imaginable, so that I could find plenty of companionship, or I'd be born an idiot, which would be better still.

I was born in a ghetto on the North Side of Pittsburgh. I was born as Emmett Till was dying and the civil rights era was being born.

The demon of pride was born with us; and it will not die one hour before us.

To be born poor is not our fault, but to die poor is crime

What is it like after you die? Just like it was before you were born.

I was born Roman, and I'll die Roman. I'll never leave this team or my city.

Find out what it means to die - not physically, that's inevitable - but to die to everything that is known, to die to your family, to your attachments, to all the things that you have accumulated, the known, the known pleasures, the known fears. Die to that every minute and you will see what it means to die so that the mind is made fresh, young, and therefore innocent, so that there is incarnation not in a next life, but the next day.

And that’s about all any of us can really hope for, to die with our dignity, to die with honor and valor. To die knowing we did everything we could.

We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

I think in the end we all know that our best friend is ourselves. We are born alone and we die alone. That's the journey.

You reincarnate forever because you exist forever. You can't die. You can't be born, your essence that is. You are on a big wheel.

Moments are born and moments die. For new experiences to come to life, old ones need to wither away.

The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

Because the truth is - and we know it - we were born to die without regrets. Regret is the only wound from which the soul never recovers.

There are people who are born and die and never once are aware of their breath going in and out of their body. That's how far away they live from themselves

The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die — with my hand in the hand of some nice-looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch.

I think you are born, and I think you die. I have a pragmatic nature, but I yearn to believe.

Characters for me are born on page one and they die on page 100.

Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

I ask you only to stop imagining that you were born, have parents, are a body, will die and so on. Just try, make a beginning-it is not as hard as you think.

There is no doubt that each of us is born an individual. Why is it then that so many of us die carbon copies?

Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.

Where do you go when you die? The same place you were before you were born; nowhere! It's over!

Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne

I think that, when you die, you go back to where you came from before you were born. So I don't think death is a bad thing.

He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.

Man is born to live, to suffer, and to die, and what befalls him is a tragic lot. There is no denying this in the final end. But we must deny it all along the way.

For me the moment of death will be a moment of jubilation, not of fear. I cried when I was born and I shall die laughing.

We are all born alone and die alone. The loneliness is definitely part of the journey of life.

The soul is not born; it does not die; it was not produced from anyone? Unborn, eternal, it is not slain, though the body is slain.