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A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.

If you are born poor its not your mistake, But if you die poor its your mistake.

Ignore all hatred and criticism. Live for what you create, and die protecting it.

It takes courage to die for a cause, but also to live for one.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.

The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.

The aim of life is to be fully born, though its tragedy is that most of us die before we are thus born.

I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.

To withhold from living is to die … the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.

When you cease to make a contribution, you begin to die.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

It is a blessing to die for a cause, because you can so easily die for nothing.

Never will we be able to understand our times if we naively ‘think’ of this system of self Government as the work of a few gangsters or the creation of a pack of criminals we call a political party. The appeal of Socialism, Fascism and communism was principally negative; they were protests against a live and let live anything goes liberalism, a spineless indifference to causes, a failure to recognize that nothing was evil enough to hate, and nothing was good enough to die for.

Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.

Love is wise; hatred is foolish. In this world, which is getting more and more closely interconnected, we have to learn to tolerate each other, we have to learn to put up with the fact that some people say things that we don’t like. We can only live together in that way. But if we are to live together, and not die together, we must learn a kind of charity and a kind of tolerance, which is absolutely vital to the continuation of human life on this planet.

I am proud that I spent the whole of my life in the service of my people … I shall continue to serve until my last breath and when I die, I can say, that every drop of my blood will invigorate India and strengthen it.

I’m going to live forever. Geniuses don’t die.

As if men did not die fast enough, they are ingenious at finding out ways to destroy one another.

Life is as dear to a mute creature as it is to man. Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not die, so do other creatures.

If you cut people off from what nourishes them spiritually, something in them dies.

Living is struggling to do something impossible; to succeed or die, knowing that you had tried.

The tragedy of life is what dies in the hearts and souls of people while they live.

Countless people…will hate the New World Order…and will die protesting against it…we have to bear in mind the distress of a generation or so of malcontents.

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

Kill yourself in training so you don’t die fighting.

Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.

The real does not die, the unreal never lived.

You must not procrastinate. Rather, you should make preparations so that even if you did die tonight, you would have no regrets. If you develop an appreciation for the uncertainty and imminence of death, your sense of the importance of using your time wisely will get stronger and stronger.

The real servant of the people must live among them, think with them, feel for them, and die for them.

The egocentric is always frustrated, simply because the condition of self-perfection is self-surrender. There must be a willingness to die to the lower part of self, before there can be a birth to the nobler.

Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die.

Some days you get up and put the horn to your chops and it sounds pretty good and you win. Some days you try and nothing works and the horn wins. This goes on and on and then you die and the horn wins.

A priest is a man vowed, trained, and consecrated, a man belonging to a special corps, and necessarily with an intense esprit de corps. He has given up his life to his temple and his god. This is a very excellent thing for the internal vigour of his own priesthood, his own temple. He lives and dies for the honour of his particular god. But in the next town or village is another temple with another god. It is his constant preoccupation to keep his people from that god. Religious cults and priesthoods are sectarian by nature; they will convert, they will overcome, but they will never coalesce.

The soft bonds of love are indifferent to life and death. They hold through time so that yesterday’s love is part of today’s and the confidence in tomorrow’s love is also part of today’s. And when one dies, the memory lives in the other, and is warm and breathing. And when both die – I almost believe, rationalist though I am – that somewhere it remains, indestructible and eternal, enriching all of the universe by the mere fact that once it existed.