Shane Koyczan Quotes

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.

At the end of our lives we all ask, 'Did I live? Did I love? Did I matter?'

We do not know what to do with this short life, yet we want another which will be eternal.

What is life about? Two things: love and death.

Our situation on this earth seems strange. Every one of us appears here involuntarily and uninvited for a short stay, without knowing the whys and the wherefore. In our daily lives we only feel that man is here for the sake of others, for those whom we love and for many other beings whose fate is connected with our own. I am often worried at the thought that my life is based to such a large extent on the work of my fellow human beings and I am aware of my great indebtedness to them.

I'm going to a special place when I die, but I want to make sure my life is special while I'm here.

We are reminded that, in the fleeting time we have on this Earth, what matters is not wealth, or status, or power, or fame, but rather how well we have loved and what small part we have played in making the lives of other people better.

For man to be able to live he must either not see the infinite, or have such an explanation of the meaning of life as will connect the finite with the infinite.

Man cannot live without love. He remains a being that is incomprehensible for himself, his life is senseless, if love is not revealed to him, if he does not encounter love, if he does not experience it and make it his own, if he does not participate intimately in it.

An entire life of solitude contradicts the purpose of our being, since death itself is scarcely an idea of more terror.

You live your life and it ends quite quickly and all you can do with it is pass it on decently to someone else. Whether directly or indirectly, behave decently to other people.

In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.

Our great goal in life is to love. The rest is silence.

In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

Faith and love are apt to be spasmodic in the best minds: Men live on the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which yet they never enter, and with their hand on the doorlatch they die outside.

To die is nothing. One is here, one is no longer here. It is only at the end one must be able to say 'I was a man'.

Ultimately, you're left with the people you love and who love you- everything else fades into oblivion.

I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow, and somehow, each of us will help the other live, and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.

We have not come into the world to be numbered; we have been created for a purpose; for great things: to love and be loved.

Man lives in time but his life transcends time.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into the nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.

What is existence for but to be laughed at if men in their twenties have already attained the utmost?

Do you know a book that you are willing to put under your head for a pillow when you lie dying? Very well; that is the book you want to study while you are living. There is but one such book in the world.