Susan Ertz Quotes

Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

There's gotta be more to life than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me.

Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.

When you are raised Catholic, there is one thing that you are confronted with at a young age, and that's death. You're confronted with all the big issues - and that sparks deep questions, like what the hell are we doing here, anyway?

The aims of life are the best defense against death.

Sunday neurosis, that kind of depression which afflicts people who become aware of the lack of content in their lives when the rush of the busy week is over and the void within themselves becomes manifest.

Ten out of ten people die. You start thinking about that and it really makes you start to ask the big questions: Where did I come from? Where am I going when I die? What happens when we step out of here? What's out there?

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.

Because our choices are largely based on survival. But if life is eternal, life is not a question.

Life and death have been lacking in my life.

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

The average man does not know what to do with this life, yet wants another one which will last forever.

Watching a whole cluster of friends, and my own mother, die over quite a short space of time convinced me that purely materialist 'explanations' for our mysterious human existence simply won't do - on an intellectual level.

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

There's worse things in life than death.

Life is short, and therefore, one thing being certain, death, let us take up a great ideal, and give up the whole life to it. For what is the value of life, this vegetating little low life of man? Subordinating it to one high ideal is the only value that life has.

Even if I have hundreds of things to do, the disconnected feeling is still there because it is very hard to find a real purpose of life.

Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?

Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.

Even that. What is the point in living forever, if it is not with the woman I love?

Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die.