Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

Life has a very simple plot: first you're here and then you're not.

Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.

If you haven't understood that if you are born you die, you scarcely deserve to be able to be alive.

Life is apogee, apex, decline; life is death - and everything else is open to discussion.

My work is about my life as an event, and I find myself to be very temporal, transient.

Even when you're making a movie about life, death is a presence, and I guess it's part of my dramatic viewpoint. I'm not sure why exactly.

The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

At the end of the day, none of us are really promised tomorrow anyway.

Part of being alive is dying as well.

Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.

No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.

When you reach your peak it's time to die.

When you understand that you will die to-morrow, if not to-day, and nothing will be left, then everything is so unimportant!... So one goes on living, amusing oneself with hunting, with work - anything so as not think of death

One hundred years from now, we'll all be dead. It's hard to believe. One hundred years from now, everyone we see every day will be gone.

There's no sense that you're there forever. No parent is there forever.