If a character artiste accepts too many small roles his career dies a slow death. — Mukesh Rishi Copy Share Image
In the act of love, as in photography, there is a form of life and a kind of slow death, — Nobuyoshi Araki Copy Share Image
“Being cheerful keeps you healthy. It is slow death to be gloomy all the time.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We will die a slow death over the next two years as this oil creeps ashore. — Billy Nungesser Copy Share Image
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none — Cristina Orante Copy Share Image
“Torture is the act of making someone die a slow death, making the prisoner die several times.” — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
Nobody wants to disappoint the boss and get fired. But if the boss hasn't said this is important, it's going to die… — Robert M. Edsel Copy Share Image
“Death can come slow. Death can come quick. If you've got one last breath, you better make the most of it.” — A.H. Scott Copy Share Image
... nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny. — Curtis Sittenfeld Copy Share Image
I am broadly concerned about the slow death of free speech, but particularly in universities and also with regards to the climate… — Judith Curry Copy Share Image
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If you keep hiding your true self, your life becomes like slow death. Once you become free from the lies and the… — Ziggy Marley Copy Share Image
“We both knew something wasn't quite right, but we clung on, used each other like cigarettes: casual, habitual, slow death. Why?” — Vironika Wilde Copy Share Image
“When we surrender to apathy and expect the world to deliver everything to us, we deliver ourselves to a slow death and… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
“Poison? A slow death twitching and puking on the Arch Lector’s lovely mosaic floor? Or just pitching onto my face on his… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
My childhood was marked by the great fear of nuclear holocaust. We practiced our Civil Defense Drills, lining up in hallways, curled… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
I took a shining object, as sharp as I could find, and I made a pretty picture, from deep within my mind.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Don't misunderstand. There is no abandoning, or being abandoning. And you're not owned by your parents, either. You should understand... that you… — Minari Endou Copy Share Image
“Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, 'mid the throng of hurrying desires That trample on the dead to… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“My father was a doctor,' she says, 'a very kind man. He died in the early '70s, relatively young.' She taps the… — Anna Funder Copy Share Image
“When we allow the walls around our hearts to become rigid, and stay that way, we assign ourselves a slow death. Like… — Jeffrey R. Anderson Copy Share Image
“living a life post breakup is like drinking water from a freshly emptied cola bottle , although one drinks the water ,… — vishal mishra Copy Share Image
Why are we still born? Why do we die? Why are there villains in this so deceitful world? Look at a waterfall… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
“Love walked in the door like a dusty cowboy, and I looked that cowboy dead in his eyes and said, “I thought… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“I had hoped to make her strong and healthy, and now she may be too weak herself after this slow death, like… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Such a thing as the child left alone to die in the hallway was unknown on the marsh. But here, in the… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
My brother the vampire, whose kiss was a slow death sentence, had a stable and loving relationship with a girl who was… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“The child was left alone to die in the hallway. Here, in the dawn, was mortality itself. In the city were places… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“Then I stop existing. She is talking, talking, takes off who knows where, she says it all starts over, speech, paths, butterflies… — Nicole Brossard Copy Share Image
“Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and,… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
