Francisco de Quevedo Quotes

...as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn't touch.

We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die.

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?

No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone.

The body is the one thing you have to say goodbye to. You can hold on to your memories. You can hold on to the spirit. That's part of the package that you love and the part that comforts you.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

I'm very comfortable with the nature of life and death, and that we come to an end. What's most difficult to imagine is that those dreams and early yearnings and desires of childhood and adolescence will also disappear. But who knows? Maybe you become part of the eternal whatever.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

Glory comes too late, after one as been reduced to ashes.

You don't waste your entire life waiting to go back to dust.

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread.

Art is eternal, but life is short.

Everything on earth is a game. A passing thing. We all end up dead. We all end up the same, don't we?

We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.

I would rather be ashes than dust.

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

There may be no single thing that can teach us more about life than death.

Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

It's true that the biggest value of life is that it's going to stop. I was thinking when I was in New York the last time that all that we see that has importance is man-made. It isn't nature-made. And when I was looking through the window, looking at New York, I was so moved by humanity's desire for immortality-because that's what it is.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

In the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love.