You would be dressed in fine clothes and feast royally until your brief reign ended and they cut your heart out.

There wasn't anything more, and the one good thing that was mine wasn't mine after all.

Poor Codrus had nothing, it is true: but he lost that nothing, which was his all

So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

Blind faith in your leaders, or in anything, will get you killed.

"‎"Well then! it was the end; his ruin was complete. Even if he mended the cables and lit the fires, where would he find men? Another fortnight's strike and he would be bankrupt. And in this certainty of disaster he no longer felt any hatred of the Montsou bandits; he felt that all had a hand in it, that it was a general agelong fault. They were brutes, no doubt, but brutes who could not read, and who were dying of hunger.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

You should have died when I killed you.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.

Por la dañina culpa de la gula estoy, como tú ves, bajo la lluvia abatido:

Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.

The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.

That killed me.

Soon you will lose everything you hold most dear.