Kurt Cobain Quotes

Life is an incurable disease.

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

We civilizations now know ourselves mortal.

At the end of the day, we came into the world naked, and that's the way we're going to go.

We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.

I have always been very obsessed with time. Time's passage makes us all very vulnerable and because we all experience it in our own way, it can make us feel very alone.

This planet Earth, the act of putting a roof over our heads, our flesh and blood existence, it's all very temporary.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

It was despairing to find out that I am mortal.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

My theory about actors is we're all walking milk cartons. Expirations dates everywhere.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

An intimate core of my being recognizes that there is nothing in me that can go on: there is no spark; there is no infestation of vaporous miasma that has the capacity to continue, and there is nothing in me that wishes to continue. This moment is, for me, all that there is, and I'm willing to accept it. I'm a worm; I have no soul.

I feel our relationship to life, to the rest of the world, is very tenuous. It feels fleeting.

I hate Sridevi. I hate her for making me realise that she, too, is finally only just a human being. I hate that her heart, too, has to beat to live.

It even feels absurd to be writing or singing a song at all - in the context of actual death, being alive feels absurd.

Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.

Because we are no different from any animal, any insect or germule. We are not special, Cal. You, me, we all came from nothing, and that's exactly where we're all going one day, maybe soon, whether we like it or not.

What I've been thinking about recently is the idea of finite and fragility. Either we're acknowledging that our lives here are finite, this moment is finite, and that this whole world is fragile, or we're not, but it is really happening and that is really true.

Things are only mannequins and even the great world-historical events are only costumes beneath which they exchange glances with nothingness.

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

All is vanity, look you; and so the preacher is vanity too.