“They say, 'The coward dies many times'; so does the beloved. Didn't the eagle find a fresh liver to tear in Prometheus every time it dined?”
“...every time you lose, you die a little, inside. Not all your organs...maybe just your liver.”
“A coward dies a thousand times, a soldier dies but once.”
“How many times must hope die before tears were too deep to bear?”
“Stanislavski was right, you can find fresh pain every time you discover what you pretty much already know.”
“A time for every occupation under heaven. A time for giving birth, a time for dying; a time for planting, a time for uprooting what has been planted; a time for tears, a time for laughter; a time for mourning, a time for dancing; a time for searching, a time for losing; a time for loving, a time for hating.”