If you are only born once, you will die twice. But if you are born twice, you will only die once.
Life found itself alive and somehow knew its opposite was death. We are ever being born, or dying, and the thrill of choosing is ours. Only once, must we be born without our own consent. Only once, must we die without our own permission
No one wants to live in a wheelchair unable to talk, only winking once for yes and twice for no. It's perfectly reasonable that there will come a point where the balance of judgment of life over death swings the other way.
You only live once but in my case, twice. I'm indestructible.
Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. But this having been once, although only once, to have been of the earth, seems irrevocable.
My dad's Israeli. He was born in Baghdad to Iraqi Jews. Then, at age two, his parents wanted to move to their homeland and he grew up in Israel. I've been there twice, once as a baby and once when I was 15.
My grandfather for example only died twice, once during the war and once in the 1980s.
God has two families of children on this earth, the once-born and the twice-born.
It's not any more unusual to be born twice than it is to be born once.
I'm glad I've been wrong enough to keep in practice. . . You can't avoid it, you've got to learn to handle it. If you only come face to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it's bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day--that way they ain't usually much worse than a dry shave.
To complain that I could only be married once was like complaining that I had only been born once.
If you're born once, you die twice; but if you're born twice, you die once.
It isn't true that you live only once. You only die once. You live lots of times, if you know how.
It isn't true that you live only once. You only die once. You live lots of times if you know how.
Do not fear for me, for I was born only once and i shall die only once.
You said, 'I'm going to leave him because my love for you makes any other life a lie.' I've hidden these words in the lining of my coat. I take them out like a jewel thief when no-one's watching. They haven't faded. Nothing about you has faded. You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it's not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which?