#dying

With Guard and Reserve units, you can end up with a lot of people from one part of the country dying in one day, and that gets people's attention. ↗

— Lawrence Korb

#country #day #dying #end #gets

Openness about death has led to greater care about all aspects of dying. ↗

— Polly Toynbee

#aspects #care #death #dying #greater

Studying is something I really love doing, and I just hope to have enough money for tuition. ↗

— Alexandra Kosteniuk

#enough #hope #i #just #love

It's funny how it usually works out that I end up dying. It sort of works out, because by the time I die, I'm usually tired of working on that particular movie, so I look forward to it. ↗

— Owen Wilson

#by the time #die #dying #end #forward

The main thing is that I've been studying composition for the last four years. I'd say it's the life experience combined with the lessons that enabled me to go much further. ↗

— Kip Winger

#combined #composition #enabled #experience #four

I think most people see drawing as subservient to the subject, a sort of meditation, a studying, a searching observation, in my case, for its own sake. ↗

— Peter Wright

#drawing #i #i think #meditation #most

A person starts dying when they stop dreaming. ↗

— Brian Williams

#dying #person #starts #stop

I was always afraid of dying. Always. It was my fear that made me learn everything I could about my airplane and my emergency equipment, and kept me flying respectful of my machine and always alert in the cockpit. ↗

— Chuck Yeager

#afraid #airplane #alert #always #cockpit

Do not go gentle into that good night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

#dying #father #poems #age

That’s when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they’re over they still go on, even after you're dead and buried, those moments are lasting still, backward and forward, on into infinity. They are everything and everywhere all at once. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#change #death-and-dying #love #change