Nicolas Chamfort Quotes

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

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

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

The first and foremost reality is that suffering and death are not only enemies of life, but a means of reminding us of life's twin realities, love and hate.

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.

Vivre est un maladie dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les 16 heures. C'est un pallatif. La mort est le remede.

If you want to live your whole life free from pain,you must either be a god or a corpse.

Everybody should do in their lifetime, sometime, two things. One is to consider death...to observe skulls and skeletons and to wonder what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up-never. That is a most gloomy thing for contemplation; it's like manure. Just as manure fertilizes the plants and so on, so the contemplation of death and the acceptance of death is very highly generative of creating life. You'll get wonderful things out of that.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.

LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. We live in daily apprehension of its loss; yet when lost it is not missed.

[H]appy or miserable, life is the only blessing which man possesses[.

There was a Greek philosopher who taught that, of all things, not to have been born is the sweetest state. But I believe sleep is the sweetest state. You're dead, yet alive. There's no sensation so exquisite.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Life, the permission to know death.

Mortalhood is a fine state to visit, but you'd better not call it home.

Why were we put here, so inclined to love, when end of our story = death? That harsh. That cruel. Do not like.

The Human Condition being, basically, that we’re alive and have access to beauty, can even erratically create it, but will someday be dead and will not.

Everything passes away-suffering,pain, blood, hunger,pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the Earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes toward the stars? Why?

Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist.

Life is a disease; and the only difference between on man and another is the stage of the disease at which he lives.

We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention.

Sleep is death without the responsibility.