Bob Mortimer Quotes

No one wants life to end. It was bad enough when my last tour came to an end.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

We die only once, and for such a long time.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

She had been dying so long that I had almost come to regard her as immortal.

I envy the dead.

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.

You never say and do the things you wish you had said or done when someone close to you may not be around in awhile. Closure is impossible; that's the heart of the grief you will carry with you for the rest of your life.

I often think about death, and it saddens me to leave this world and not be able to paint more. I love it so much.

There's a sadness about love, a melancholy and a sadness about beauty. It's just part of the human experience of living on this planet.

This is the time to remember cause it will not last forever. These are the days to hold onto cause we won't although we'll want to.

Why, Robert Singh often wondered, did we give our hearts to friends whose life spans are so much shorter than our own?

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

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

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

As I celebrate life, I can't help but think how young my mom was when she died of a heart attack at 53. My mom didn't get to meet her grandchildren, but I'm determined to watch mine grow up.

Death is like taking an intermission when you can't come back. I like living and being around.

Happens to everybody. Horses, dogs, men. Nobody gets out of life alive.

The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.

I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18.

Even as a child I had a strong relationship with yearning and desire. And loss. Those things spoke to me.

I'm incredibly sad that my mother's not here to see my kids and that my kids don't get to know her. And she didn't meet my husband. That's one of the hardest things. I don't even know how to put that into words.

But death's acquisitive instincts will win.