When the day shall come that we do part, if my last words are not “I love you,” you ken it’s because I didn’t have time.
When someone is in need and you can help, then you help.
When I thought I’d lost you forever, breathing was a chore.[to Claire]
When a man dies, it’s only him. And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man to feed them, protect them. Any decent man can do it. A woman takes a life with her when she goes. A woman is possibility.
What is politics but chess on a grand scale?
What a man will kill for, he’ll sometimes die for, too.
We’re doing a bad thing, but for a good reason.
We use his broken heart to break his bank.
We should make an effort to truly live, to count our lives in thoughts, feelings, breaths, and heartbeats, not the number of days, months, or years, because tomorrow is not promised.
We risk what we must for our beliefs.
We made new memories every day, added them to the ghosts of older ones.
War tastes bitter, no matter the outcome.
