Immaculee Ilibagiza Quotes

What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.

I die really well, by the way. It's one of my strong points. I just take a bullet well.

In war, everything changes. You are very selective of what you do because everything you do can be the last thing you do in your life.

Nothing is bigger than life. There's nothing noble in death. What's noble about never seeing the sunshine again? What's noble about having your legs and arms blown off? What's noble about being an idiot? What's noble about being blind and deaf and dumb? What's noble about being dead?

Not only do the brave get killed, but the brave have a better chance of it.

Men, today we die a little.

You can't be scared of death. When that time comes, it comes.

I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.

When you're in the battlefield, survival is all there is. Death is the only great emotion.

And the blood of brave men was shed like unto the shedding of rain from a black cloud.

War isn't just about bravery and courage and jingoism and patriotism. It's also fundamentally about grief. And the people that go and do the fighting and the dying are never the people who actually benefit from the fighting and the dying.

Valor is of no service, chance rules all, and the bravest often fall by the hands of cowards.

Being a hero is about the shortest-lived profession on earth.

I can't die but once.

There are only two ways to come back from the battlefield: With the head of an enemy or without your own.

I have to tell you, in my judgment, some of us sitting here today will not come back alive from this campaign. I want you to think about it.

And when the war is done and youth stone dead I'd toddle safely home and die—in bed.

Heroes don't get anything but dead.

Heroing is one of the shortest-lived professions there is.

Send me six hundred men who know how to die

The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.

This isn’t the first time I’ve faced death, and I don’t intend for it to be the last,” I said, repeating the same words he’d told me before fighting in that fateful duel. “I’ve chosen to live a dangerous life, but it’s who I am, and that wouldn’t change even if we’d never met.

Die trying" is the proudest human thing.