Jean Paul Quotes

You only live a short time... and you are dead a long time.

Life is much shorter than I imagined it to be.

Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive.

It is the lot of man but once to die.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

Certainly people have a lot tougher situations than I've had to deal with. But I will say we are all dying from the moment we are born. This is not just rehearsal.

I've been a long time coming, and I'll be a long time gone. You've got your whole life to do something, and that's not very long.

Tomorrow is not promised to any of us.

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.

If you're not getting older, you're dead.

The minute you're born, you're getting older.

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

You never know how much time you got.

Father Time is the enemy none of us can beat.

Remember that life is short and death is long.

Man is like the foam of the sea, that floats upon the surface of the water. When the wind blows, it vanishes, as if it had never been. Thus are our lives blown away by Death.

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.

The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered.

The saddest thing about ephemerals was that their little lives rarely held time enough for love.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more /the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort /to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires /and expires, too soon, too soon /before life itself

All the great things of life are swiftly done, Creation, death, and love the double gate. However much we dawdle in the sun We have to hurry at the touch of Fate.