Matthew Modine Quotes

We've got one life and the older we get the more we come to realize how short it is.

The present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The tree rustled again. Their senses were sharpened, and they seemed to apprehend life. Life passed. The tree rustled again.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

Time is death.

Life is merely a fraction of a second. An infinitely small amount of time to fulfill our desires, our dreams, our passions.

Life is a bubble in a lake, that glitters for an instant, bursts, and leaves not even a blur on the water; it is the leap of a minnow, which sends a tiny ripple trembling for a few inches.

Time is a river rolling into nowhere. We must live while we can, and we'll drink our cup of laughter.

But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

Today will die tomorrow.

Lives are mere blips on the canvas of eternity.

If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.

Life-and-death. Lifedeath. One event. One short event. Don't forget.

Remember that even if you were to live for three thousand years, or thirty thousand, you could not lose any other life than the one you have, and there will be no other life after it. So the longest and the shortest lives are the same. The present moment is shared by all living creatures, but the time that is past is gone forever. No one can lose the past or the future, for if they don't belong to you, how can they be taken from you?

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.

... life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it's out. Forever.

What makes life valuable is that it doesn't last forever.

Life is but a day at most.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

Life is much shorter than I imagined it to be.

The faster you go, the shorter you are.

Life is but a moment, death also is but another.