Lorde Quotes

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

I think that's what we're all most terrified about: that we'll just die and disappear and we'll leave no trace.

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

Just to be remembered is good enough for me. Lots of people are forgotten.

All of us want to live, and that is absolutely natural. However, we should learn from childhood on to choose our best way to die. If we don't do that, we end up spending our days like a dog, only in search of harbour, food and expressing a blind loyalty to his owner in return. That isn't enough to make our lives have a meaning.

When I die, and people realize that I will not be resurrected in three days, they will forget me. That is the way it should be.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

Ultimately, I think, as humans, we all care deeply about our life's legacy, and contemplating our own mortality is the only real way to approach that question of legacy honestly.

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

Is death that which gives meaning to life?

On that night I was left with only the truth that nothing of our personality survives after death, that in the end all that was Misha Vainberg would evaporate along with the styles and delusions of his epoch, leaving behind not one flutter of his sad heavy brilliance, not one damp spot around which his successors could congregate to appreciate his life and times.

In contravention of my belief that any life ending in death is essentially pointless, I needed my friends to open up that plastic bag and take one last look at me. Someone had to remember me, if only for a few more minutes in the vast silent waiting room of time.

Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That's when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?

Everybody dies. What matters is what you do between now and when it happens to you.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

I don't know if I was put on this Earth for a purpose or not. But I'm fairly confident that I'll be taken off of it for one.

When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought

Death is nothing, nor life either, for that matter. To die, to sleep, to pass into nothingness, what does it matter? Everything is an illusion.

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence . . .

There are two things that you have to do in life: You have to die, and you have to live until you die. The rest is up to you.

What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death?

Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten

I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.