Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

It's easy to forget people are blood and bone. They're not indestructible.

I used to believe I was going to live forever. And then you suddenly become aware that you're not.

The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.

I like thinking about the fragility of the human flesh and our bodies - our decay and eventual death.

Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.

We're all dying. We're all in the process of oxidizing. Everyone of us is in the process of oxidizing, so to sort of interrupt one aspect of that while everything else goes on, it's a freak show.

The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

Despite all the achievements of civilisation, the human being is still one of the most vulnerable creatures on earth.

People don't slip. Time catches up with them.

Father Time is the enemy none of us can beat.

Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain. (p. 225)

I’m always feeling death, and that is a part of life. When you know a lot of people, you will always experience death.

Everyone feels awkward, everyone feels uncomfortable, everyone gets older, everyone gets lonely, everyone gets sick, everyone eventually dies.

You are too young to know how the world changes everyday,' said Mrs Creakle, 'and how the people in it pass away. But we all have to learn it, David; some of us when we are young, some of us when we are old, some of us at all times in our lives.

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

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

Security is elusive. It's impossible. We all die. We all get old. We all get sick. People leave us. People change us. Nothing is secure.

...what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed.

You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.

As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.

But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so; and considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.