Simone Schwarz-Bart Quotes

I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

SOONER OR LATER ALL MEN MUST DIE. EVERYTHING DIES IN THE END. I CAN BE ROBBED BUT NEVER DENIED, I TOLD MYSELF. WHY WORRY? “I too cannot be cheated,” snapped Fate.

We do not ask to be born; and we do not ask to die. But born we are and die we must. We come into existence and we pass out of existence. And in neither case does high-handed fate await our ratification of its decree.

I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

The goal of all life is death.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't, luckily, have to bother about that.

The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; it has no purpose, heart or mind or will.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

The two grand tyrants of the Earth, Time and Chance.

I don't fear death. If it happens, it was meant to happen.

Luck can't last a lifetime unless you die young.

If God in his wisdom have brought closeThe day when I must die,That day by water or fire or airMy feet shall fall in the destined snareWherever my road may lie.

Nothing can happen more than once, but everything must happen one day; Over hill and dale, wood and stream, my dying voice will blow away. . .

Here halt, I pray you, make a little stay. O wayfarer, to read what I have writ, And know by my fate what thy fate shall be. What thou art now, so shall thou be. The world's delight I followed with a heart Unsatisfied: ashes am I, and dust.

I feel myself driven towards an end that I do not know. As soon as I shall have reached it, as soon as I shall become unnecessary, an atom will suffice to shatter me. Till then, not all the forces of mankind can do anything against me.

The Rebel bullet that can kill me has not yet been molded.

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

Time is the king of all men, he is their parent and their grave, and gives them what he will and not what they crave.

Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!