A Quote by R. A. Salvatore

Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters. — © R. A. Salvatore
Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters.
Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
Everyone dies but not everyone lives.
We each have our lives... What matters is not how long those lives last, but what we do with them.
Dude, what matters is if you're happy. What matters is your future. What matters is that we get out of here in one piece. What matters is finding the truth of our own lives, not caring about what other people think is the truth of us.
Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.
Your life does matter. It always matters whether you reach out in friendship or lash out in anger. It always matters whether you live with compassion and awareness or whether you succumb to distractions and trivia. It always matters how you treat other people, how you treat animals, and how you treat yourself. It always matters what you do. It always matters what you say. And it always matters what you eat.
A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
I don't care how someone lives or how good their spoken English is. I do all of my interviews on Skype text chat - all that matters is their work.
One, Andrew Carnegie said, ‘He who dies with wealth dies in shame.’ And someone once said, ‘He who gives while he lives also knows where it goes.’
Suffering has always been with us; does it really matter in what form it comes? All that matters is how we bear it and how we fit it into our lives.
Every time a man dies, a child dies too, and an adolescent and a young man as well; everyone weeps for the one who was dear to him.
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