I felt that one had better die fighting against injustice than to die like a dog or rat in a trap. I had already determined to sell my life as dearly as possible if attacked. I felt if I could take one lyncher with me, this would even up the score a little bit.— Ida B. Wells
Undeniable My Dog Died quotations
Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
I don't actually like people. I'm a loner and if I had my way I'd just walk my dogs every day, never talk to anyone and then die.
The lion doesn't turn around when the small dog barks.
I went to the dentist. He said "Say Aaah." I said "Why?" He said "My dog's died."
To those people who say, 'My father is alive because of animal experimentation,' I say, 'Yeah, well, good for you. This dog died so your father could live.' Sorry, but I am just not behind that kind of trade-off.
I have a dog and sometimes I'll be the littlest kid with my dog and marvel at his ears and his nose and how he looks at me. If he died, I'd bawl like a baby.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
When [Len Wiseman and I] first met, I was a huge fan of the 'Alien' movies.
I was a huge 'Die Hard' fan until it ate my husband for two years. We sit and watch movies all the time. One of my favorite movies is 'Dog's Day Afternoon.' Len loves that movie.
I like dogs better than knights. A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he'll look you straight in the face. He cupped her under the jaw, raising her chin, his fingers pinchingher painfully. And that's more than little birds can do, isn't it? I never got my song.
The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life what I wanted to die.
I asked my vet what kind of dog he'd get.
He told me, 'I'd get a Chihuahua, because when it died, I wouldn't care.
My friendship with Mitzi was like the friendship that many children have with their pets. My mother and father thought it was "good for me" to have a dog for a companion. Well it was good for me, but it was only many years after she died that I began to understand how good it was, and why.
Working on television is therapeutic to me.
When that camera comes on all negativity vanishes. I forget about the fight I had with my neighbor. I forget about the pain in my left foot. I forget about my dog dying. Performing, for me, is an emotional cure all.
You were born an original. Don't die a copy.
I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die - it's a major offence.
My very first tattoo was for my dog, Zora, who died in my arms in New York.
Right where her heart stopped beating I got a "Z".
I love it, to have the same crew. I'm not married. I don't have children. My 17-year-old dog died. I'm kind of on my own. So I really like having the same camera guy for four years. I love looking around and seeing the hair and makeup people who have been there from the beginning.
You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.
My dog of 17 years just died. Oh you're kidding?... Noooo... as funny as that is, I'm not
I cannot bring myself to vote for a woman who has been voice-trained to speak to me as though my dog has just died.
I am in the theatrical profession myself, my wife is in the theatrical profession, my children are in the theatrical profession.I had a dog that lived and died in it from a puppy; and my chaise-pony goes on, in Timour the Tartar.
Better to die fighting for freedom than be a prisoner all the days of your life.
But no longer could I aks God what to do, since the answer, I was sure, would not suit me. I could do what suited me know, as long as I could pay for it. 'As long as I could pay for it.' That phrase soon became the tail that wagged my dog. If I had died then, it should have been my epigraph.
And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life.
Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many of you do also. It is almost a failure of will, a failure of love, to let them grow old-or so it feels. We would do anything to keep them with us, and to keep them young. The one gift we cannot give.
Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.
Every man dies. Not every man really lives.
My friend died. (Astrid) Died how? (Zarek) Mmm, he had parvo. (Astrid) Isn’t that a dog’s disease? (Zarek) Yes. It was tragic. (Astrid) Hey! I resent that. (Sasha) Behave or I will give you parvo. (Astrid)