A Quote by Shania Twain

I'd rather die standing than live on my knees. — © Shania Twain
I'd rather die standing than live on my knees.
I am not afraid of retaliations. I don't have kids. I don't have a wife, no car, no credit. It may seem pompous, but I'd rather die standing than live on my knees.
I would rather die standing up to live life on my knees.
I prefer to die standing than to live on my knees.
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees.
I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
I'd rather die on an adventure than live standing still.
I would rather die standing than live kneeling
We, and all others who believe in freedom as deeply as we do, would rather die on our feet than live on our knees.
I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.
I would rather die on my feet than continue living on my knees.
It's better to die than to live on your knees.
Better to die on one's feet than to live on one's knees.
We, too, born to freedom, and believing in freedom, are willing to fight to maintain freedom. We, and all others who believe as deeply as we do, would rather die on our feet than live on our knees.
...a condemned man who, at the hour of death, says or thinks that if the alternative were offered him of existing somewhere, on a height of rock or some narrow elevation, where only his two feet could stand, and round about him the ocean, perpetual gloom, perpetual solitude, perpetual storm, to remain there standing on a yard of surface for a lifetime, a thousand years, eternity! - rather would he live thus than die at once? Only live, live, live! - no matter how, only live!
Better die standing than live kneeling.
I've got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don't want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I'd rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before 'thin'. And frankly, I'd rather they didn't give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls.
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