#dying

We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed. ↗

— Jean de la Bruyere

#being #being happy #dying #fear #happy

I don't want to say, 'This is where Im going to be in five years and Im going to get there no matter what.' I want to leave it open. I'm not a desperate actress dying to star in a B movie in a bikini. ↗

— Brooke Burke

#bikini #desperate #dying #five #get

...why can't I stop all the moving and look out over the vast arrangements and find by the contours and colors and qualities of light where my father is, not to solve anything but just simply even to see it again one last time, before what, before it ends, before it stops. But it doesn't stop; it simply ends. It is a final pattern scattered without so much as a pause at the end, at the end of what, at the end of this. ↗

— P. Harding

#dying #father-and-son #life #death

Along with the lazy man... the dying man is the immoral man: the former, a subject that does not work; the latter, an object that no longer even makes itself available to be worked on by others. ↗

— Michel De Certeau

#available #does #dying #even #former

I enjoyed studying costume, learning about the corsetry and the historical context of fashion. I never had any real intention of being a costume designer. ↗

— Georgina Chapman

#any #being #context #costume #designer

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#pity #war #wwi #death

I know it sounds weird, but how bad, how hard can dying be? ↗

— Cher

#dying #hard #how #i #know

I'm kind of like a samurai. They say if you want to be a samurai, you can't be afraid of dying, and as soon as you flinch, you get your head cut off. I'm not afraid of losing this business. ↗

— Yvon Chouinard

#business #cut #dying #get #head

Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their nights, fragrantly resinous, Entwined with delightful mystery, They will breathe in her springlike Extraordinary beauty. But in a whirlwind of sound and fire, From her shing head they will flutter And fall—and before her They will die, faintly fragrant still. And, impelled by faithful longing, My obedient gaze will feast upon them— With a reverent hand, Love will gather their rotting remains. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#death #dying #love #transience #beauty

My father taught me Basic and rudimentary C, I learned everything else on my own, including studying computational complexity on my own. That's more a function of my age than anything else though - back when I was in school there were hardly any programming classes. ↗

— Bram Cohen

#any #anything #back #basic #classes