Phil Elverum Quotes

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

What's the point of our life? Everything seems absurd until we die, and then it makes sense.

We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.

I think life's an irrational obsession.

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.

It was despairing to find out that I am mortal.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

Death threatens our speech with futility because death is not just a biological event - it is a reality we fear may rob our living of any significance.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates.

The meaningless absurdity of life is the only incontestable knowledge accessible to man.

It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die.

everything is ridiculous if one thinks of death

why shouldnt things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? they are so, and we are so, and they and we go together.

The meaning of life is that it stops.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

And introduce an element of cynicism and darkness into it and just realize that we're all vulnerable. We are humans. There is a finite end to this life and we're all going to face it and a little silliness can help.

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

Being a celebrity doesn't have an iota of value when you're looking death in the eye.

I'm just observing the world. I was born into it, like you were, and then I found out there were some really disturbing aspects to being alive, like the fact that you weren't going to be alive forever - that bothered me.

We are all racing towards death. No matter how many great, intellectual conclusions we draw during our lives, we know they're all only man-made, like God. I begin to wonder where it all leads. What can you do, except do what you can do as best you know how.

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

Life is wasted on the living.