Beth Revis Quotes
I can see, for just a moment, his beating heart in his ribcage, and then that, too, withers and dies, the useless, blackened lump tapping against his ribs before plopping out of his body.
Quotes to Explore
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Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies
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Shawty Imma only tell you this once, you the illest And for your loving Imma die hard like Bruce Willis
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If love would die along with death, this life wouldn't be so hard.
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"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."
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You can't really live until you are no longer afraid to die.
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You won't die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
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Virtue lives when Beauty dies.
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Teen pop will never die as long as there are teens and popular music. It just takes a different head.
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I don't want to die. I think death is a greatly overrated experience.
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Time began when you were born. It will end when you die.
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Sometimes I am God, if I say a man dies, he dies that same day.
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Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then — and this is the important bit — do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies.
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No one ever dies an atheist.
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I give life to that which I notice. What I don't notice dies.
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When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
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All men die, but not all men really live.
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Everyone dies but not everyone lives.
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Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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As someone who has shot in most disciplines, I can tell the House that when one is lying on ones stomach in Bisley with a sling round ones arm to hold the rifle steady, it is hard enough to hit the target on the right spot even when it is obligingly staying still. Foxes do not stay still. They move with remarkable rapidity.
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Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.
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I am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-- even the dogs were howling.
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I can see, for just a moment, his beating heart in his ribcage, and then that, too, withers and dies, the useless, blackened lump tapping against his ribs before plopping out of his body.
