One must pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while still alive.

If I am killed, I can die but once; but to live in constant dread of it, is to die over and over again.

You don't know how to live until you learn how to die.

Every breath is a chance to reborn spiritually. But to be reborn into a new life, you have to die before dying.

Always knowing you're going to die
And until then knowing you've got to live.

For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.

Shakespeare escribió: «Los cobardes mueren varias veces antes de expirar; el valiente nunca saborea la muerte más que una vez».

A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.

And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, / No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

Everybody dies … The thing is, to have a life before we die.

I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.

Life is tough, then you die.

You only live but once, and when your died your done, so let the good times roll.

Life sucks, and then you die...