Before I pitch any game from spring training to Game 7 of the World Series I'm scared to death.
To a billion people around the world surviving on just a dollar a day the question of what to eat tonight is more about life and death than about recipes. The struggle of poor people around the globe weighs heavily on me especially now that I am a mother which is why I work with Oxfam.
Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff.
Property is unstable and youth perishes in a moment. Life itself is held in the grinning fangs of Death Yet men delay to obtain release from the world. Alas the conduct of mankind is surprising.
Death is not more certainly a separation of our souls from our bodies than the Christian life is a separation of our souls from worldly tempers vain indulgences and unnecessary cares.
People praise virtue but they hate it they run away from it. It freezes you to death and in this world you've got to keep your feet warm.
The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.
Not the torturer will scare me nor the body's final fall nor the barrels of death's rifles nor the shadows on the wall nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless unfeeling world.
Like all of us in this storm between birth and death I can wreak no great changes on the world only small changes for the better I hope in the lives of those I love.
In every death a busy world comes to an end.
What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
The history of the world is the record of the weakness frailty and death of public opinion.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
Personally I would be delighted if there were a life after death especially if it permitted me to continue to learn about this world and others if it gave me a chance to discover how history turns out.
The death of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.