Curt Schilling Quotes

The things we make have one supreme quality - they live longer than us. We perish, they survive; we have one life, they have many lives, and in each life they can mean different things. Which means that, while we all have one biography, they have many.

Art is eternal, but life is short.

If your subjects are eternal... they'll survive.

If we make anything that lasts, it outlives us.

The leaders come and go, but the people remain. Only the people are immortal

On great fields something stays.

Nothing ever goes away.

To be or not to be isn't the question. The question is how to prolong being.

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Heavy metal is immortal, but we're not.

Nothing is forever, but history is forever.

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

I shall not completely die.

We die, and we do not die.

Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses.

a little bird moves a mountain of sand one grain at a time it picks up one grain every million years and when the mountain has been moved the bird puts it all back again and that's how long eternity is and that's a very long time to be dead

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

There are plenty of ruined buildings in the world but no ruined stones.

Since we have had a history, men have pursued an ideal of immortality.

Glory comes too late, after one as been reduced to ashes.

I don't intend to die.

I could drop dead tomorrow, the truth will be here. Truth is forever; when you read our history, truth is forever, and it always outs itself.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.