Lu Xun Quotes

Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.

I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me.

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over; but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning; and life at that price is not worth living.

This whole country is a graveyard, and we are all constantly walking on the bones

Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.

Once to die is better than length of days in sorrow without end.

The living will envy the dead.

Let us imagine a number of men in chains and all condemned to death, where some are killed each day in the sight of the others, and those who remain see their own fate in that of their fellows and wait their turn, looking at each other sorrowfully and without hope. It is an image of the condition of man.

I think it's my job or the artist's job, to try and find some solution or some reason to accept things. But given the grimmest reality, I feel the grimmest facts are the real facts, the true facts: that you're born, you die, you suffer, it's to no purpose, and you're gone forever, ever, ever, and that's it.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.

If you think you’re the only person for whom life is painful, you’re wrong. And if you don’t mind letting yourself die like a dog, at least have the decency to remember that there are those of us who do care – although, to tell the truth, I don’t see why?

it's just another way to die

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.