The good die young, because they see it's no use living if you have got to be good.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
Whom the Gods love die young no matter how long they live.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
I'll die young, but it's like kissing God.
The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
In becoming an icon, it is useful to die young.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Let me die a youngman's death not a clean and in-between- the-sheets, holy-water death.
