Die
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The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
If a man has not discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
We are all born alone and die alone. The loneliness is definitely part of the journey of life.
In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.
There's a constant tension between the excitement of new people and security with one person. If you go with excitement, you create chaos; you hurt people. There's jealousy, and it gets very messy. If you have security, it can be boring, and you die inside because of all the opportunities missed.
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
There is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an examination, and finish with education. The whole of life, from the moment you are born to the moment you die, is a process of learning.
If you're going to die, then die. If you're going to live, then fight.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.
We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.
I will be Green until the day I die, if not for a long time after.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.
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