Owen Wilson Quotes

By the time I'm old, I'm sure I'll have lived a full enough life. I think we're mortal for a reason. Life gets tiring, man!

You can't be scared of death. When that time comes, it comes.

By the time you've reached your sixties, you do know that one day you will die, and knowing that is at least the beginning of wisdom.

Treat Death as it treats us: with utter indifference.

He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.

Death is not my best subject.

When I was young, I used to be very frightened of getting older and of death. Now, I'm more resigned to the inevitability.

Though I'm 75, I'm not looking forward to death, but it's there for all of us.

Hang onto your sense of humor. I picture my obituary : The sexiest man alive is now dead.

He hath shook hands with time.

Sex and death. Two things that come but once in my lifetime, but at least after death you're not nauseous.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

...if I die suddenly, my gravestone might appropriately offer this insight into my departure: "God got tired." I require lots of work.

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.

I hold the view that death is rather like changing one's clothes when they are torn and old. It is not an end in itself. Yet death is unpredictable-you do not know when and howT it will take place.

The hour which gives us life begins to take it away.

Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

What if it is for life's sake that we must die? In truth we are not individuals; and it is because we think ourselves such that death seems unforgivable. We are temporary organs of the race, cells in the body of life; we die and drop away that life may remain young and strong. If we were to live forever, growth would be stifled, and youth would find no room on earth. Death, like style, is the removal of rubbish, the circumcision of the superfluous. In the midst of death life renews itself immortally.

In the garden the door is always open into the "holy" - growth, birth, death. Every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle, and in the garden we are never far away from death, the fertilizing, good, creative death.

Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.