Upon the union of the male germ cell with the female egg cell, a new cell is created which almost immediately splits into two parts. One of these grows rapidly, creating the human body of the individual with all its organs, and dies only with the individual.
I would say 'American Werewolf in London' is like an unconventional buddy movie: even if the buddy dies 20 minutes in, he still remains throughout the picture, and their partnership is one of the best things in the movie.
One is born, one lives, one dies. What death is, I don't know.
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
I've seen 'Hamlet' many times, and Hamlet, he was just a hideous neurotic; he never changes. He doubts - all the way to the end, all the way until when he dies, he doubts.
So much of our lives is given over to the consideration of our imperfections that there is no time to improve our imaginary virtues. The truth is we only perfect our vices, and man is a worse creature when he dies than he was when he was born.
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.
When a father climbs a dangerous mountain and dies, we mourn. When a mother does, we question her judgment. How could she?
Covetousness is both the beginning and the end of the devil's alphabet - the first vice in corrupt nature that moves, and the last which dies.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
When belief in a god dies, the god dies.
Since he is of no use anymore, there is no gain if he lives and no loss if he dies.
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
Commitment means that it is possible for a man to yield the nerve center of his consent to a purpose or cause, a movement or an ideal, which may be more important to him than whether he lives or dies.
Every movie, I complicate. I make the hard choices. I remember when I was pitching 'Pan's Labyrinth:' An anti-fascist fairy tale set in Civil War Spain, where the girl dies at the end. It's not easy.
To hold happiness is to hold the understanding that the world passes away from us, that the petals fall and the beloved dies. No amount of mockery, no amount of fashionable scowling will keep any of us from knowing and savoring the pleasure of the sun on our faces or save us from the adult understanding that it cannot last forever.
When you - when someone dies in your family and you think you're over it, and then you wake up in the morning and it hits you, 'I won't ever see my brother again. I won't ever see my mom again.' And it just kind of hits you like that.
He whom the gods love dies young, while he is in health, has his senses and his judgments sound.
One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.
Man always dies before he is fully born.
Man dies of cold, not of darkness.
One way an author dies a little each day is when his books go out of print.
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.
Love dies only when growth stops.
It lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it. While it lies there, it needs no constitution, no law, no court to save it.
Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form.
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.
Whom the gods love dies young.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
The first reading of a Will, where a person dies worth anything considerable, generally affords a true test of the relations' love to the deceased.
I am a person who has to move. I'm like a shark - if it doesn't move, it dies. I'm in good shape.
Once the amateur's naive approach and humble willingness to learn fades away, the creative spirit of good photography dies with it. Every professional should remain always in his heart an amateur.