Malcolm Muggeridge Quotes

We're all immortal until we die.

Nothing lasts forever. That's the tragedy and the miracle of existence - that everything is impermanent. Everything changes. All we can do is make the best of the time we have. And go down shooting, naturally.

We're only immortal for a limited time.

We look at mountains and call them eternal, and they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, starts fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

For one thing we may be grateful: this life is not eternal.

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

You only live a short time... and you are dead a long time.

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

Tomorrow is not promised to any of us.

Mortality defines the human condition.

We do not know what to do with this short life, yet we want another which will be eternal.

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.

Man, as long as he lives, is immortal. One minute before his death he shall be immortal. But one minute later, God wins.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

We all have to die some day. Not very many immortals have shown up in this world.

Life is short, and, once somebody is gone, they're gone.

I don't think we're any more preoccupied by life and death or heaven and hell than anyone else, but it's fun to write about the inevitable - you're alive, and you're going to die.

We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

In the nature of things, I must soon lose sight of this sense of constant metamorphosis whose limits bound our human life.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

All things are subject to decay and change.

I am not eternity, but a man; a part of the whole, as an hour is of the day.

No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.