Once self-killing is an acceptable answer, how do you logically limit it to the dying? What about the disabled, who may live longer and suffer more?.
I mean,he decided we'd be better apart,you know?it wasn't a joint decision.like, if your gonna make a decision about me and my life without consultin….
But we're dying here..
I should not really object to dying were it not followed by death..
I am ready to die for my Lord, that in my blood the Church may obtain liberty and peace..
All of my roles have had their own unique set of challenges, and I enjoy that in some perverse, masochistic way. I’m always dying though! Maybe I hav….
Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't..
... I started to die 36 hours before I was born, so dying was a way of life for me..
There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or ta….
It is never late to ask yourself “Am I ready to change my life, am I ready to change myself?”. However old we are, whatever we went through, it is al….
Don't be so scared of dying that you stop living..
That said, I'm embarrassed and furious that so many coal-state Democrats in the U.S. Senate are paralyzing international progress to protect the shor….
The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots..
The best care on earth cannot prevent us all dying in the end..
Death deceives relations often, and doctors sometimes, but the patient - never..
The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hea….
What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down..
We preach to men as if they were conscious they were dying sinners, they are not; they are having a good time..
I'm just trying to wake up - I'm so afraid of sleeping all my life and then dying - I want to wake up first. I wouldn't care if it was just for an ho….
It's all a farce, - these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the year is dying..
Not the least of the hardships to which the dying are subject is the visitation of their loved ones. The poor darlings, God bless them, may feel ever….