A Quote by Ernest Hemingway

Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die once.

Ernest Hemingway

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Brave Cowards Deaths Die Once Only Thousand

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Ernest Hemingway
American - Novelist
July 21, 1899 - July 2, 1961

I came to believe it not true that "the coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave man only one." I think it is the other way around: It is the brave who die a thousand deaths. For it is imagination, and not just conscience, which doth make cowards of us all. Those who do not know fear are not truly brave.

Leo Rosten

A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. What did Shakespeare say? "Cowards die a thousand deaths, the brave man... only 500"?

Meredith Willson

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one'.... (The man who first said that) was probably a coward.... He knew a great deal about cowards but nothing about the brave. The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them.

Ernest Hemingway

There is more than one kind of death? (Kat) Yes. Cowards aren’t the only ones who die a thousand deaths. Sometimes heroes do, too. (Sin)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

William Shakespeare

Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.

William Shakespeare

A coward may die many times, but a brave man dies only once. If I die for you, I won't consider it death but love.

Hani

You can only die once, so do not die a thousand times worrying about it.

Huey Newton

Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.

Julius Caesar

I die a hundred deaths each day. I die when I see hungry people. Or people who're sad. I die when I know I can do nothing about pollution in Mumbai. I die when I feel helpless when my loved one is in pain.

Rekha

All enchantments die; only cowards die with them.

Charles Morgan

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

Clive Barker

There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.