Stephanie Mills Quotes

Life is very hard, isn't it? It does kill you, after all.

There should be weeping at a man's birth, not at his death.

You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

We should weep for men at their birth, not at their death.

One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.

Dying is a tough way to make a living.

There's worse things in life than death.

Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.

Life is hard, but death is even harder.

A soldier plods and groans, sweats and toils, he growls and curses, and at the end he dies.

Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care.

Better to suffer than to die.

Does it hurt very much to die? Well, sweetheart, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

The truth of the matter is that all we have to do is live long enough and we will suffer.

You were supposed to die. It would have been a good start. (Kessar) I don’t know. I die, you get bored. World ends. Doesn’t really fit, does it? Besides, I can’t make things too easy on you. What’s life without pain? (Sin)

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

We were aware of the fact that death walks hand in hand with struggle.

A man should be mourned at his birth, not at his death.

This has been harder for my friends. I know I'm going to die.

There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.

Walking through this life really is walking through fire.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.