Timothy Leary Quotes

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.

In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.

Property is unstable, and youth perishes in a moment. Life itself is held in the grinning fangs of Death, Yet men delay to obtain release from the world. Alas, the conduct of mankind is surprising.

I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That's what I want to explore. We're all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we're going to die, each of us secretly believing we won't.

It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death.

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say, But maybe not for seventy or eighty years. And I say, Maybe you, but me, I'm already gone.

I think about death most of the day, every day. We can't escape death, and choosing to ignore it only makes it more scary.

We're all going to die.

Life and death are important. Don't suffer them in vain.

History says, 'Don't hope on this side of the grave.'

The thought that all experience will be lost at the moment of my death makes me feel pain and fear... What a waste, decades spent building up experience, only to throw it all away... We remedy this sadness by working. For example, by writing, painting, or building cities.

Death threatens our speech with futility because death is not just a biological event - it is a reality we fear may rob our living of any significance.

I think that when we wrestle with death... we start fearing life, because then we come to terms with something that is inevitable.

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

I may have won the only important lotto ever, which is life, but I am still going to die. We all are.

What's the point of our life? Everything seems absurd until we die, and then it makes sense.

Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.

No one gets out of here alive.

Let this be my final lesson. Everyone and everything has a time to die.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

All who are born are always dying.

We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.

Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: she's the tenant of the room, he's the ruffian on the stair.

Death is always there, just beneath the surface.