One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

The infinitely little have a pride infinitely great.

Relationships based on obligation lack dignity.

Where there is no work, there is no dignity.

I don’t believe in the school of hard knocks, although I’ve had them. All that stuff about whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger is so not true. Do you know what makes you stronger? When people treat you and your art with dignity.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

Bad food is made without pride, by cooks who have no pride, and no love. Bad food is made by chefs who are indifferent, or who are trying to be everything to everybody, who are trying to please everyone… Bad food is fake food… food that shows fear and lack of confidence in people’s ability to discern or to make decisions about their lives.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one’s death, one dies one’s life.

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

‚Born this Way‘ is about being yourself, and loving who you are and being proud.

If I had only one sermon to preach it would be a sermon against pride.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

If there is only one thing in my life that I am proud of, it’s that I’ve never been a kept woman.

I remember when my mother, Shyamala Harris, bought our first home. I was thirteen. She was so proud, and my sister and I were so excited. Millions of Americans know that feeling of walking through the front door of their own home for the first time – the feeling of reaching for opportunity and finding it.

Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.

Any man or institution that tries to rob me of my dignity will lose.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

The boys know they’re from Southeast Asia, and they have their food and their music and their friends, and they have a pride particular to them.

I think that, whatever happens, I’m just happy I’ve written those songs and I’ve made an album. That’s really big for me, and I’m proud of that.

It is natural to die as to be born.

Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

You’re born. You suffer. You die. Fortunately, there’s a loophole.

I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying.

If we don’t know life, how can we know death?

I’m proud of ‚Stop Making Sense,‘ but it’s a little bit of an albatross; I can’t compete with it, but I can’t ignore it either.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have before you die; do not outlive yourself.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

Of all virtues and dignities of the mind, goodness is the greatest, being the character of the Deity; and without it, man is a busy, mischievous, wretched thing.

From an eternal perspective, the only death that is truly premature is the death of one who is not prepared to meet God.

The honor of a nation is its life.

Better to die ten thousand deaths than wound my honor.

There’s something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.

Music is either sacred or secular. The sacred agrees with its dignity, and here has its greatest effect on life, an effect that remains the same through all ages and epochs. Secular music should be cheerful throughout.

Leaders who fail to prune their pride will meet demise. That’s not a guess, it’s a guarantee. With pride, it’s not a matter of ‚if‘ we will fall, but ‚when.‘ There are no exceptions.

On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down .

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence.

In every parting there is an image of death.

It may easily come to pass that a vain man may become proud and imagine himself pleasing to all when he is in reality a universal nuisance.

Without health life is not life; it is only a state of langour and suffering – an image of death.

Good is positive. Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of heat. All evil is so much death or nonentity. Benevolence is absolute and real. So much benevolence as a man hath, so much life hath he.