Quotes About Die

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It wasn't his place to judge the women. Theirs was the harder job, here in the wilderness. His tasks were simple—to hunt, fight, and if need be, to die. Theirs was to go on, whatever it took.

Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope: I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.

I will play the swan. And die in music.

Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.

And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow.

Monthly, out of common courtesy, he went to inquire after the invalid Charles, who refused either to die or get better.

That's the natural response for all running mammals; when they build up more heat in their bodies than they can puff out their mouths, they have to stop, or they die.

Love: the sickest of Irony's sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.

live to the fullest or die; and die you will anyway, so start living!

It's still the same old story,A fight for love and glory,A case of do or die!The world will always welcome lovers,As time goes by.

The hunger angel looks at me from the sky and says: Ride back. I say: But then I'll die. If you die, I'll make everything orange, and it won't hurt, he says. And I ride back, and he keeps his word. As I die, the sky over every watchtower turns orange, and it doesn't hurt.

Your love of glory must conquer your will to survive; or why fight at all? Why not be a smith, a brewer, a wool merchant? Why are you in the contest, if not to win, and if not to win, then to die?

I felt," he said, "irritated. It seemed a waste, I suppose. To come so far. To cross the sea. To die for . . ." He shrugs. "God knows why.

But the Courts aren't places humans are supposed to be, especially the Unseelie Court. Most faeries won't even go there." "We have to go - we have to get Ravus's heart. He's going to die if we don't." "What are we going to do? Go down there and ask for it?" "Pretty much.

I've missed the rush of power that comes with playing a game like this, of strategy and cunning. I hate to admit it, but I've missed risking my neck. There's no room for regrets when you're busy trying to win. Or at least not to die.

I'll dare to love, and dare to fight, so that when I die my life will be a testament to the chances I took, and not to the chances I was afraid to take.

Could it be that my father, instead of spending this money in arranging a marriage for me, would have left me to die in the convent? This was the first thought to greet me on the threshold of my home.

Every man secretly wishes to die in battle, he just needs a cause to fight for.