Jessica Savitch Quotes

Life is tragic. You are tiny and flawed and ignorant and weak, and everything else is huge, complex, and overwhelming.

I'm only human, and I bleed when I fall down.

Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you, but no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt, you can give but you cannot receive.

Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.

Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.

Life is just the time between crapping yourself.

You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.

We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.

The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.

Sleep is a daily reminder from God that we are not God. Once a day God sends us to bed like patients with a sickness. The sickness is a chronic tendency to think we are in control and that our work is indispensable. To cure us of this disease God turns us into helpless sacks of sand once a day.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

Everyone feels awkward, everyone feels uncomfortable, everyone gets older, everyone gets lonely, everyone gets sick, everyone eventually dies.

You are only as invincible as your smallest weakness, and those are tiny indeed - the length of a sleeping baby's eyelash, the span of a child's hand. Life turns on a dime, and - it turns out - so does one's conscience.

Every time someone in your life dies, you realize you're not invincible and you have to wonder if we're celebrating life or if we're mourning a death.

It's very important for me to really use this body as a barometer of a certain kind of knowledge--to take the personal risk of exposing my own body in a certain kind of way. I can't ask anybody else to do something that I don't do first myself.

All men are mortal, and therefore all men are losers; our profoundest loyalty goes out to the failed.

It's easy to forget people are blood and bone. They're not indestructible.

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

But the works of man are impotent against the assaults of nature . . .

the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.