Marc Bolan Quotes

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say, But maybe not for seventy or eighty years. And I say, Maybe you, but me, I'm already gone.

History says, 'Don't hope on this side of the grave.'

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

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.

For some reason focusing on destruction and mortality is more poetically exciting to me than hope and love.

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

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

You're never promised your next breath.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

I don’t know. We’ll all be dead.

No one is so old that he cannot live yet another year, nor so young that he cannot die today.

An intimate core of my being recognizes that there is nothing in me that can go on: there is no spark; there is no infestation of vaporous miasma that has the capacity to continue, and there is nothing in me that wishes to continue. This moment is, for me, all that there is, and I'm willing to accept it. I'm a worm; I have no soul.

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

I'm not fixated on death but I know tomorrows are not guaranteed.

We pop into existence and we know that we die and we know that we lose everyone that we love and we know we even lose our own bodies. And what a paradigm. What a mystery.

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.

We have this wild life experience that is full of fantastic minutiae and banal, huge events at the same time. Yet, all of it shrinks in the shadow of death. It's hard to argue with death as a game-changer.

It may all end tomorrow, or it could go on forever (in which case I'm doomed).

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

We all know that we're going to die, but we don't know when. That's not a blessing, that's a curse.

As much as we'd like to think life is sacred, there's not a lot of evidence for that. The universe is maddeningly casual, giving and taking it.

The best care on earth cannot prevent us all dying in the end.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.