Don’t let the moment pass. Don’t let the people you love walk by you without letting them know how you feel about them. Because life slips by and then it’s over.
Killing a man instantly robs him of explanation. He has no time to process his final moments. Now, even though he was paralyzed, his mind was still able to understand why his life was ending. We let him die with answers. Otherwise, we’re nothing but ruthless murderers.
I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer.
When you kill someone, you lose all your leverage the moment they’re dead. Now, you take someone’s children away from them, you’d be amazed what they’d do to get them back.
We live in a moment where we do what we have to do for the people that we love. The old rules just don’t apply.
The moment you put on the mask you got into cage with animals. Animals don’t stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead.
Life is long when you got regret. A moment can last forever when you can see how it should have gone.
Those moments, they stare back at you. You don’t remember them, they remember you. Turn around, there they are. Staring.
There are moments in life in which you should have a remote control so you could stop it. Even if just for five minutes. But sometimes things happen with irreverent obscenity, and there is nothing you can do about it.[Hay momentos en la vida en los que habría que tener un puñetero mando a distancia para poder pararla. Aunque fuera solo cinco minutos. Pero a veces las cosas se suceden con una irreverente obscenidad y no se puede hacer nada por remediarlo.]