Robin Gibb Quotes

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.

Bodily decay is gloomy in prospect, but of all human contemplations the most abhorrent is body without mind.

Consciousness surely does not depend on language. Babies, many animals, and patients robbed of speech by brain damage are not insensate robots; they have reactions like ours that indicate that someone's home.

If you don't have imagination, you stop being human; animals don't have imagination; Alzheimer's is the death of imagination.

There are only three events in a man's life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.

I remember. How many minutes do I have left President? About one, one minute.

Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.

Time is running out to permeate the piece.

Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.

I've seen people pass away. I've seen how fragile life is.

If death, said my father, reasoning with himself, is nothing but the separation of the soul from the body;--and if it is true that people can walk about and do their business without brains,--then certes the soul does not inhabit there.

How do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

Don’t interrupt,’ one of the boys said. ‘He’ll lose his life.’ Seeing it was a matter of life and death, Sophie and Michael backed toward the door. But Howl, quite unperturbed at killing his nephew, strode over to the wall and pulled the boxes up by the roots.

Perhaps a man really dies when his brain stops, when he loses the power to take in a new idea.

This was real. And it was me. I had lived that life, and I had died that death. I was staring at the very end of me.

You're alive!" Fezzik cried. The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist's dummy, just his mouth moving. "That is perhaps the most childishly obvious remark I have ever come across.

Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there's usually only one thing you can do. Go through his clothes and look for loose change.

There are no sick people in North Oxford. They are either dead or alive. It's sometimes difficult to tell the difference, that's all.

There was a Greek philosopher who taught that, of all things, not to have been born is the sweetest state. But I believe sleep is the sweetest state. You're dead, yet alive. There's no sensation so exquisite.

Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead

Life is a near-death experience.

The supposedly immaterial soul, we now know, can be bisected with a knife, altered by chemicals, started or stopped by electricity, and extinguished by a sharp blow or by insufficient oxygen.

I'm going to be dead for a long time, so I have a lot to do now.