Charles Dickens Quotes

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

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Man appears for a little while to laugh and weep, to work and play, and then to go to make room for those who shall follow him in the never-ending cycle.

Such is the life of a man. Moments of joy, obliterated by unforgettable sadness. There's no need to tell the children that.

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

Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.

He that begins to live, begins to die.

How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf.

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

It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death.

Live how we can, yet die we must.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end. There was a time when we were not: this gives us no concern. Why, then, should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be?

Celebrate our brief moment in the sun

A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives--all bear secret relations to our destinies.

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

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

I envy the dead.

Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

Deem no man happy until he passes the edo fhis life without suffering grief.

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

If you haven't understood that if you are born you die, you scarcely deserve to be able to be alive.

Death is an absolute mystery. We are all vulnerable to it, it's what makes life interesting and suspenseful.