Andres Serrano Quotes

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

The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.

The only certainty is death.

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.

It is the lot of man but once to die.

I may have won the only important lotto ever, which is life, but I am still going to die. We all are.

The moment when a man's head drops off is seldom or never, I am inclined to think, precisely the most agreeable of his life.

One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.

I want to live," he said, "So I have to die.

I love Death because he breaks the human pattern and frees us from pleasures too prolonged as well as from the pains of this world. It is pleasant, too, to remember that Death lies in our hands; he must come if we call him. ... I think if there were no death, life would be more than flesh and blood could bear.

We have lost, being born, as much as we shall lose dying: Everything!

Out of the people that ever were, almost all of them are dead. There are way more dead people, and you're all gonna die and then you're gonna be dead for way longer than you're alive. Like that's mostly what you're ever gonna be. You're just dead people that didn't die yet.

You will die not because you're ill, but because you're alive.

We are all dying of life.

...every human being is doomed to die, which is the greatest of all failures.

Live how we can, yet die we must.

Our lives are but our marches to the grave.

She'll die.' 'Aye. That's a consequence of being alive.

On this point, the priest and the philosopher agree: We must die.

Life is always fatal. No one gets out of it alive

Dying--shucks! If you kin handle the living, what's to be afraid of the dying?

What never vary are the necessities of being in the world, of having to labor and to die there.

We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.

A man can die but once.

Death is perfectly safe. (55)