Charles Kingsley Quotes

I'm not gonna make 65. Let's just face facts, guys.

I firmly believe the world will sort itself out in the end. Believe it with me. At least none of us will be around to be proven wrong.

Time enough to think of the future when you haven't any future to think of.

The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.

When a man stands on the verge of seventy-two you know perfectly well that he never reached that place without knowing what this life is - heartbreaking bereavement.

Life sucks, and then you die.

You know, I don't mind dying. The thing that pisses me off is that I won't get to be an old man. I was looking forward to that.

At a certain age, death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.

I used to not want to die in any way but in my sleep when I was a young man. I'd like to die awake now, if possible, with people around me who love me.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

I had to deal with death at a really young age.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

The themes that make one laugh always stem from poverty, hunger, misery, old age, sickness, and death. These are the themes that make Italians laugh, anyway.

Crap has always happened, crap is happening, and crap will continue to happen.

But I'm kind of comfortable with getting older because it's better than the other option, which is being dead. So I'll take getting older.

One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to the total acceptance of every consequence of living and dying.

Of course, it's no fun getting old and getting sick and dying; we all know that's coming, and it's a bore.

Though I'm 75, I'm not looking forward to death, but it's there for all of us.

This getting old is something. I think I envy my dog, because my dog is sixteen, and she's limping, and she's still living, but she doesn't look at me like she knows. She's not thinking what I'm thinking. It's a cruel trick that we all know the ending.

Even if you live to be a ripe old age, you live long enough to see the people you love pass away.

Life and hope must cease together.