I can't turn on the television without seeing me or open the newspaper without seeing me and honestly I'm sick to death of me.

Life is doubt and faith without doubt is nothing but death.

The day of my birth my death began its walk. It is walking toward me without hurrying.

Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.

Death is really a great blessing for humanity without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.

If what you do is being threatened as a profession that could be scary. But that's the same reason why I walked out on stage many times after receiving death threats. I couldn't live without doing what I wanted to do. So at the same time I have to be willing to die for it.

Defoe says that there were a hundred thousand country fellows in his time ready to fight to the death against popery without knowing whether popery was a man or a horse.

The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions the emotions - it becomes sterile silly and actually without substance.

True love makes the thought of death frequent easy without terrors it merely becomes the standard of comparison the price one would pay for many things.

My fear was not of death itself but a death without meaning.

Love we say is life but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

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

It is possible to provide security against other ills but as far as death is concerned we men live in a city without walls.

Since the day of my birth my death began its walk. It is walking toward me without hurrying.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

I think if I could have a boyfriend like my brothers I'd be really happy. But without the brother thing.

My parents loved each other. I was raised in a house of total love and respect. My dad worked very hard and my mother was incredibly devoted to him. I can unequivocally without any peradventure of doubt tell you that I was raised with the kind of love that we only dream of.