Orson Scott Card Quotes

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.

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

Death is inevitable, but Life - that's the tricky bit where things happen.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.

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.

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

Death is an absolute marvel.

Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

Life and death. At some point we're gonna leave this world. Do I know when? Absolutely not.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

Death is a false fear. When it is here, you won't be. When it's not, you are here.

Death is a companion for all of us, whether we acknowledge it or not, whether we're aware of it or not, and it's not necessarily a terrible thing.

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

The only thing that is real is the being in you that is going to die.

Life is the game that must be played, this truth at least, good friends, we know; so live and laugh, nor be dismayed as one by one the phantoms go.

Dreams are real as long as they last. Can we say more of life?

Afterlife, in my mind, is pretty much nothing. This is it. This is what we get, for me.

It is only in the light of the inescapable fact of death that a person can adequately engage and enter upon the mysterious fact of life.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.

Death is an absolute mystery. We are all vulnerable to it, it's what makes life interesting and suspenseful.

There's only two things. There's life, and there's death.