Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

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

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.

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.

Well, life is dark, isn't it? Mostly, it's dreadful. At the same time, death is funny too. I mean, look at the fuss we make of it.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

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

Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore ambiguous.

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

We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then.

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

I think that laughter and death are closely related: comedy is the quintessential human reaction to the fear of death. It's probably linked with the fact that we are the only animals who know we must die.

It even feels absurd to be writing or singing a song at all - in the context of actual death, being alive feels absurd.

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

We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. We realise that we’re all going to die, without really finding out the big answers. We develop all those long-winded ideas which just interpret the reality of our lives in different ways, without really extending our body of worthwhile knowledge, about the big things, the real things. Basically, we live a short disappointing life; and then we die. We fill up our lives with shite, things like careers and relationships to delude ourselves that it isn’t all totally pointless.

Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.

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

Eventually we will all wither and die in the wasteland of logic and science.

In the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases

Whatever we say and mean by life is just a journey toward death. If you can understand that your whole life is just a journey and nothing else, then you are less interested in life and more interested in death. And once someone becomes more interested in death, he can go deep into the very depths of life; otherwise, he is just going to remain on the surface.

The lot of man is to suffer and die.What's gone is of no consequence.

In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live it today: without God, without hope of salvation. Death as the abrupt and absurd end of life

We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep--it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself.

We do not know whether it is good to live or to die. Therefore, we should not take delight in living, nor should we tremble at the thought of death. We should be equiminded towards death. This is the ideal. It may be long before we reach it, and only a few of us can attain it. Even then, we must keep it constantly in view, and the more difficult it seems of attainment, the greater should be the effort we put forth.

The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.

I have often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils.