In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.
it is only in statistics that people die by the millions. Each person dies individually, in his own predicament.
When a man dies, he does not just die of the disease he has: he dies of his whole life.
The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.
Man never dies, nor is he ever born; bodies die, but he never dies.
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.
All men die. You may say: 'Is that encouraging?' Surely yes, for when a man dies, his blunders, which are of the form, all die with him, but the things in him that are part of the life never die, although the form be broken.
I've come loaded with statistics, for I've noticed that a man can't prove anything without statistics. No man can.
Some critics of racing witlessly claim that spectators only attend to see someone die. This is utter and complete nonsense. I have been at numerous races where death is present. When a driver dies, the crowd symbolically dies, too. They come to see action at the brink: ultimate risk taking and the display of skill and bravery embodied in the sport's immortals like Nuvolari, Foyt, and thousands of others who operate at the ragged edge.
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
He who dies before he dies does not die when he dies.
I'm a big fan of the Harry Potter books, but I'd love to do one where one of the kids dies, or one of the main characters dies. I love for those things to have a little bit more tragedy.
If a man loses one-third of his skin he dies; if a tree loses one-third of its bark, it too dies. If the Earth is a 'sentient being', would it not be reasonable to expect that if it loses one-third of its trees and vegetable covering, it will also die?
You know, everybody dies. My parents died. Your father died. Everybody dies. I'm going to die too. So will you. The thing is, to have a life before we die. It can be a real adventure having a life
...a man does not die for words. He dies for his relation to them.
Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.