Walt Kelly Quotes

I think we all lose in the end because we don't get to stay here forever.

Sometimes the hardest part of my job is the incessant reminder of the fact we're all trying so assiduously to ignore: we are here temporarily. Life is only ours on loan.

Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?

But I am not going to live for ever. And the more I know it, the more amazed I am by being here at all.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

What makes us really human is it's in the presence of death that we start valuing life.

We don't ever realize how precious life is while we're living it.

Life is beautiful. Really, it is. Full of beauty and illusions. Life is great. Without it, you'd be dead.

Self-awareness is a supreme gift, a treasure as precious as life. This is what makes us human. But it comes with a costly price: the wound of mortality. Our existence is forever shadowed by the knowledge that we will grow, blossom, and, inevitably, diminish and die.

The shortness of life, so often lamented, may be the best thing about it.

Because we are no different from any animal, any insect or germule. We are not special, Cal. You, me, we all came from nothing, and that's exactly where we're all going one day, maybe soon, whether we like it or not.

Life. Consider the alternative.

We all think that an exception is going to be made in our case and were going to live forever. Being a human is actually arriving at the understanding that thats not going to be. Story is there to remind us that its just OK.

To really appreciate life you got to know you're going to die.

This is your life. You are responsible for it. You will not live forever. Don't wait.

Life, the permission to know death.

Mortalhood is a fine state to visit, but you'd better not call it home.

The Human Condition being, basically, that we’re alive and have access to beauty, can even erratically create it, but will someday be dead and will not.

To none is life given in freehold; to all on lease.

We all got holes in our lives. Nobody dies in a perfect garment.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

Dying men think of funny things-and that's what we all are here, aren't we? Dying men.

But death we are, and death we've always been.

Be glad you're even alive.' Be furious you're going to die.