“Social media will prove to be the death bed of all religions.” — Shesh Nath Vernwal Copy Share Image
I feel nothing, apart from a certain difficulty in continuing to exist. — Bernard le Bovier de Fontenelle Copy Share Image
If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sometimes I wish my first word was 'quote,' so that on my death bed, my last words could be 'end quote.' — Steven Wright Copy Share Image
I don't want to see God or Jesus when I lay on my death bed. I want a delicious meal to be… — Stanley Victor Paskavich Copy Share Image
Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, 'Gee, if I'd only spent more time at the office.' — H. Jackson Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
I'm the world's worst bearer of grudges. I'm sure I'll be bearing grudges and paying off old scores on my death-bed. — Glenda Jackson Copy Share Image
“Grizzled old bastard like him don’t go providing death-bed transformations.” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
There are two words that you should use frequently in your youth: ´sorry´ and ´thank-you´. Use the first one as often as… — Robin Jones Gunn Copy Share Image
Death, whether it regards ourselves or others, appears less terrible in war than at home. The cries of women and children, friends… — Henry Home, Lord Kames Copy Share Image
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Once very near the end I said, 'If you can -- if it is allowed -- come to me when I too… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
I remember being on my death bed, and I found out in the newspaper that the Barclays Center was opening and that… — Daniel Jacobs Copy Share Image
Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
I like the story about Henry David Thoreau, who, when he was on his death bed, his family sent for a minister.… — Stewart Udall Copy Share Image
It is grace at the beginning, and grace at the end. So that when you and I come to lie upon our… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The real power is love, that which empowers others, that which arouses action, that which no chain is able to hold back,… — Pope Francis Copy Share Image
If there be a pleasure on earth which angels cannot enjoy, and which they might almost envy man the possession of, it… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
Everything’s been about the journey, I never really set out with goals for fighting; it’s been about the adventure along the way.… — Evan Tanner Copy Share Image
“Fathers and Sons Arkaday watching Katya's face as she accepts his marriage proposal: Anyone who has never seen such tears in the… — Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev Copy Share Image
Basically, I've reached the point where I've lost any direct relationship to any of the editors I used to have. I suspect… — Richard Meltzer Copy Share Image
Scilurus on his death-bed, being about to leave four-score sons surviving, offered a bundle of darts to each of them, and bade… — Plutarch Copy Share Image
There is nothing that has caused me to meditate more on Plato's secrecy and sphinx-like nature, than the happily preserved petit fait… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
“Let us be honest. Did all the priests of Rome increase the mental wealth of man as much as Bruno? Did all… — Robert G. Ingersoll Copy Share Image
“I remember clearly the deaths of three men. One was the richest man of the century, who, having clawed his way to… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Thirst of wealth no quiet knows, But near the death-bed fierce grows. — Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea Copy Share Image