Leo Tolstoy Quotes

Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.

You have to give up! you have to give up! You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

I don't have to kill myself, time is going to do that.

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

I don’t know. We’ll all be dead.

Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you'll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die. Life is so stupid I can't stand it.

Life and hope must cease together.

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

We’re going to die and not even know. We’ll never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we won’t any longer be witnesses to it. We won’t have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. We’ll just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing!

If all I can say is I'm not in this swamp, I'm not in this swamp then there is not a rope in front of me and there is not an alligator behind me and there is not a girl sitting at the edge eating a hot dog and if I believe that, then dying would be the only answer because then Death couldn't come and say Peachy to me anymore and after all she has a brother who believes in hope.

We’ve been devastated by the severest and deadliest drought in history – that of our profound awareness of the futility of all effort and the vanity of all plans.

The idea of death robs inquiry of its passionate vitality and empties our efforts of their purpose by coming to one predestined conclusion, death. Why inquire if you already know the answer?

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.

Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.

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?

A man says to the doctor: "What's the good news?" "You've got 24 hours to live." He says: "What's the bad news?" The doctor says: "We should have told you yesterday."

Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.

Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.