Jill McCorkle Quotes

You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Death is not a word to fear, any more than birth is.

Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.

Oh, the years fly by, that's just natural.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

I am a man. And I am former baby and a future skeleton, and I am a distant future pile of dust.

It takes billions of years to create a human being. And it takes only a few seconds to die.

A short death is the sovereign good hap of human life.

A cherry pie is . . . ephemeral. From the moment it emerges from the oven it begins a steep decline: from too hot to edible to cold to stale to mouldy, and finally to a post-pie state where only history can tell you that it was once considered food. The pie is a parable of human life.

Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

It is the fate of all things to ripen, and then to decay.

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.

Bryan Lee O'Malley has been alive since he was born and will lives until he dies.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

A person is a process, one that leads to death.

Whatever is truly alive must die. Look at the flowers; only plastic flowers never die.

And see the rivers how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life to endless sleep!

What the trees can do handsomely-greening and flowering, fading and then the falling of leaves-human beings cannot do with dignity, let alone without pain.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.

We do not ask to be born; and we do not ask to die. But born we are and die we must. We come into existence and we pass out of existence. And in neither case does high-handed fate await our ratification of its decree.