Joseph Campbell Quotes

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

I awake with a not entirely sickened knowledge that I am merely young again and in a funny way at peace, an observer who is aware of time's chariot, aware that some metamorphosis has occurred.

One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to the total acceptance of every consequence of living and dying.

I have realised that my time has come and gone. I'm not bitter, just a realist.

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .

l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

The longer I live, the less future there is to worry about.

There is an hour when you realize: here is what you have been given. More than this, you won't receive. And what this is, what your life has come to, will be taken from you. In time.

No. The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it's a world, or a relationship... Everything has its time. And everything ends.

No, it's not fair, but what makes Earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

He hath shook hands with time.

Time is the life of the soul.

Think not disdainfully of death, but look on it with favor; for even death is one of the things that Nature wills.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

So I came to the realization: Nothing in life is unfair. It's just life.

Ye Children of Man! whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay!

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

If it's your time to go, it's your time to go.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans. The present is our only reality.

Life is full of toil, sacrifice, and pain, and from the time we stop growing, we know that we've begun dying. We watch helplessly as year by year, our bodies age and fail, while our survival instincts compel us to keep on going-which means living with the terrifying knowledge that ultimately death is inescapable.