Melissa Marr Quotes

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.

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

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

I think that when we wrestle with death... we start fearing life, because then we come to terms with something that is inevitable.

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

One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Brightest Star in the Sky.

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.

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

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

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.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

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

To suspect your own mortality is to know the beginning of terror, to learn irrefutably that you are mortal is to know the end of terror.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

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

Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

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

When you understand that you will die to-morrow, if not to-day, and nothing will be left, then everything is so unimportant!... So one goes on living, amusing oneself with hunting, with work - anything so as not think of death

It's our mortality that terrifies us, because what we're really seeking is immortality - that is, after all, a fool's errand.

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.

My dear fellow,' Burlingame said, 'we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong to the grave. Think you the worms will care, when anon they make a meal of you, whether you spent your moment sighing wigless in your chamber, or sacked the golden towns of Montezuma? Lookee, the day's nigh spent; 'tis gone careening into time forever. Not a tale's length past we lined our bowels with dinner, and already they growl for more. We are dying men, Ebenezer: i'faith, there's time for naught but bold resolves!

everything is ridiculous if one thinks of death

How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.