You’re going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well.
We all die eventually. The real tragedy is forgetting to live.
Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than a thousand lying wh**es.
There’s nothing like a death in the family to separate the wheat from the bull****.
The danger of living too many times: you forget to fear death.
Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.
I’m not afraid to die. Not if it means doing the right thing.
Good people are the first ones to die.
You seek to threaten me with death? If you seek to threaten me, threaten me with life.
What would you prefer – a doctor who holds your hand while you die or one who ignores you while you get better? I suppose it would particularly suck to have a doctor who ignores you while you die.
What is death? What is this thing we all share? Rabbits, birds, horses, trees, everyone I love and everyone who loves me. Even stars die, and we know absolutely nothing of it.
We honor the dead for giving us the world we inherited. However, we must recognize we are doomed if we allow the dead to govern us.
