Virginia Woolf Quotes

One hundred years from now, we'll all be dead. It's hard to believe. One hundred years from now, everyone we see every day will be gone.

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

I hope no man takes what I said about the living and dieing of men for mathematical demonstration.

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.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

Nature has given man no better thing than shortness of life.

We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.

How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf.

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

The longest-lived and the shortest-lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

Five years after Aerosmith got back together, I realized how fragile we are as humans. There was a time I thought we were bulletproof, but then things happened and I came to the realization that I had to play every gig as if it was my last show. You have to start thinking that way, because you never know what's going to happen next.

Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.

A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.

History says, 'Don't hope on this side of the grave.'

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

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

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.

No one is so old that he cannot live yet another year, nor so young that he cannot die today.

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.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow.

Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.