Truman Capote Quotes

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

Without death and decay, how could life go on?

Time stays, we go.

Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.

Our life is made by the death of others.

It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it's the most beautiful thing we have in our lives - time.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

Once, once for all, if you would save your heart from breaking, learn this lesson once for all you must cease, in this world, to believe in the eternity of any creed or form at all. Whatever grows in time is a child of time, and is born and lives, and dies at its appointed day like ourselves.

Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go, and we come and go. That's it. So we should all seize life and make the most of what we have while we can.

Time takes all and gives all.

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

When one's dead, one's dead... This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

Things were here before you and will be here after you're gone. The geographic features, especially, give you a sense of your own place in the world and in time.

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.