Ashleigh Brilliant Quotes

There are only three events in a man's life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

We are all racing towards death. No matter how many great, intellectual conclusions we draw during our lives, we know they're all only man-made, like God. I begin to wonder where it all leads. What can you do, except do what you can do as best you know how.

Life is but a moment, death also is but another.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

It even feels absurd to be writing or singing a song at all - in the context of actual death, being alive feels absurd.

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

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

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

We are all born and someday we'll all die. Most likely to some degree alone. Our aloneness in this world is, maybe not anymore, a thing to mourn.

Life will end in death and unhappiness, but we do it anyway.

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.

Acquisition means life to miserable mortals.

You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

I'm just observing the world. I was born into it, like you were, and then I found out there were some really disturbing aspects to being alive, like the fact that you weren't going to be alive forever - that bothered me.

We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Mortality defines the human condition.

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

Life is wasted on the living.

You don't waste your entire life waiting to go back to dust.

We come. We go. And in between we try to understand.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

If you haven't understood that if you are born you die, you scarcely deserve to be able to be alive.

It is only in the light of the inescapable fact of death that a person can adequately engage and enter upon the mysterious fact of life.