Virginia Woolf Quotes

We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

Life is precious. Not because it is unchangeable, like a diamond, but because it is vulnerable, like a little bird. To love life means to love its vulnerability, asking for care, attention, guidance, and support. Life and death are connected by vulnerability. The newborn child and the dying elder both remind us of the preciousness of our lives. Let's not forget the preciousness and vulnerability of life during the times we are powerful, successful, and popular.

Throughout this life, you can never be certain of living long enough to take another breath.

Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.

What is life? It departs covertly. Like a thief Death took him.

Mortalhood is a fine state to visit, but you'd better not call it home.

We like to think of life as a constant ... Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat.

Certainly people have a lot tougher situations than I've had to deal with. But I will say we are all dying from the moment we are born. This is not just rehearsal.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

Acquisition means life to miserable mortals.

Tomorrow is not promised to any of us.

Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it.

Mortality defines the human condition.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

We're all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly.

Man is like the foam of the sea, that floats upon the surface of the water. When the wind blows, it vanishes, as if it had never been. Thus are our lives blown away by Death.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

To make the best use of your life, you must never forget two truths: First, compared with eternity, life is extremely brief. Second, earth is only a temporary residence. You won't be here long, so don't get too attached.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

You realize that life is short and fragile; and when you are facing walls of water, you understand your own mortality can change and how quickly things could change.

The living is not perfect because it is liable to change; the dead is not perfect because it does not live.

Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.