Little things do end, but it’s never the end of everything, because we don’t die. It’s not about you, or me, or any one of us. It’s about all of us.[to Rick]
It’s just really disappointing. Even dead men and women can’t be friends.[to Loki]
It’s ironic. But I never knew how to live until I died.
It’s cruel that people know they’re going to die. It’s like someone telling you the end of a movie before you’ve seen it.
It doesn’t matter. I die all the time.[Nadia Vulvokov: Hey, man. Didn’t you get the news? We’re about to die.]
In war, soldiers sometimes die in the fever pitch of a fire fight, or by artillery when they’re huddled in a foxhole. Bill Kiehn, a Toccoa man, was killed because he was carrying a sack of potatoes from one building into another.
In this life, if you don’t move forward, you die.
In my culture, death is not the end. They are still with us, as long as we do not forget them.
If you’re not worried about dying, you’re not really living. You’re just existing.
If you let yourself be affected by every death, you’d never save a life.
If we have to send more people to their death, the least we can do is give them a f***ing chance to win.
If I die, it means I’ve lived.
