Timothy B. Schmit Quotes

Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.

If you were not born in this world, there would be no need to die. To be born in this world is to die, to disappear [laughing].

Is life a pregnancy? That would make death a birth.

The fact of having been born is a bad augury for immortality.

Death is an absolute marvel.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

But when it really happens I'm very fascinated, I'm waiting for the moment, because the moment where life abandons you and death steps in, that moment must be fantastic, no?

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

I think death is just a transition to another state of consciousness.

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.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

I think that, when you die, you go back to where you came from before you were born. So I don't think death is a bad thing.

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.

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

Death is just a continuation of life.

I turned 40, got married, got a kid, and my mother passed away. I experienced life and death, with the enjoyment of creating life and the loss, within one year.

There's only two things. There's life, and there's death.

Birth and Death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.

Life's what's important. Walking, houses, family. Birth and pain and joy - and then death.

I don't want to die. Damn death. Long live life.

I believe the moment of birth Is when we have knowledge of death I believe the season of birth Is the season of sacrifice.

We do not ask to be born; and we do not ask to die. But born we are and die we must. We come into existence and we pass out of existence. And in neither case does high-handed fate await our ratification of its decree.

Without death and decay, how could life go on?