Ram Gopal Varma Quotes

And introduce an element of cynicism and darkness into it and just realize that we're all vulnerable. We are humans. There is a finite end to this life and we're all going to face it and a little silliness can help.

Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it.

It was despairing to find out that I am mortal.

The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered. We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being human.

We civilizations now know ourselves mortal.

Ultimately, we stars are human being at the end of the day. We also have bad habits, weaknesses, we also make mistakes.

I used to believe I was going to live forever. And then you suddenly become aware that you're not.

Being a celebrity doesn't have an iota of value when you're looking death in the eye.

A human being is only breath and shadow.

I like thinking about the fragility of the human flesh and our bodies - our decay and eventual death.

Mortality defines the human condition.

Life is an incurable disease.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

I'm not a saint. I'm not an angel. I'm a human being.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

I'm just a guy. If you hit me, I hurt, and if you cut me, I bleed.

All human beings have bodies. All bodies are mortal. Yours, too, is one of these bodies.

Unfortunately I am a human being and not a robot.

We're all human; we all have weaknesses.

At the end of the day, we came into the world naked, and that's the way we're going to go.

It even feels absurd to be writing or singing a song at all - in the context of actual death, being alive feels absurd.

Only death reveals what a nothing the body of man is.

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.

And so do people pass out of one's life and all you can remember of them is their humanity, a poor fitful thing of no dominion, like your own.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.