Richard Linklater Quotes

A human being is only breath and shadow.

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

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.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

What ever truth drops on it eventually grinds to a powder.

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.

We're just a bubble in a boiling pot.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.

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

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

We civilizations now know ourselves mortal.

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

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

People have built me up to be untouchable, unbeatable, invincible, and I'm not that. I am a man, and I am a winner, but that can change in a second.

Life is so fragile.

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

The vulnerability of precious things is beautiful because vulnerability is a mark of existence. The destruction of Troy. The fall of the petals from fruit trees in blossom. To know that what is most precious is not rooted in existence - that is beautiful.

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.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way

The sparrow still falls.

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish drying on sand.

There is no safety this side of the grave

I'm no rose. I have been around a while, and you never know when something is going to be the last thing you do.