John Frusciante Quotes

There is in every one of us an unending see-saw between the will to live and the will to die.

Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

When your spirit is alive, when somebody has got a strong spirit, they could be on the verge of death physically, and they'll leak out more life.

People "died" all the time. . . . Parts of them died when they made the wrong kinds of decisions-decisions against life. Sometimes they died bit by bit until finally they were just living corpses walking around. If you were perceptive you could see it in their eyes; the fire had gone out. . . you always knew when you made a decision against life. The door clicked and you were safe inside-safe and dead.

In the midst of death life persists.

So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.

It's just a relief, really. I'm scared to die, but I want to die.

I wanted something that I could look back on and say, yes, you were fighting too, you burned to be alive, and whatever failure or accident of nature caused you to be killed could be explained by something other than the fact that I'd missed your giving up.

When you die, it will not be because you are sick, but because you were alive.

Trying to find comfort in perpetual discomfort has been my life's work.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

The destruction of the world is the last, almost desperate attempt to save myself from being crushed by it

You will die not because you're ill, but because you're alive.

Some wars," he said dismissively. "What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart is made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.

Only the fire of life can melt the chains of death.

Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doting parents: how many brides and youthful lovers have been one day in the bloom of health and hope, and the next a prey for worms and the decay of the tomb! Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which, like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture? But I was doomed to live.

The will-to-live becomes the will-to-power.

There are two men in me--one lives in the full sense of the word, the other reasons and passes judgment on the first. The first will perhaps take leave of you and the world forever in an hour now; and the second . . . the second?

I'm not dead. I mean, I may be getting older, but I'm not dead!

You don't realize what fine fighting material there is in age. ... You show me any one who's lived to over seventy and you show me a fighter - some one who's got the will to live.

Without the threat of death, there's no reason to live... at all.

LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. We live in daily apprehension of its loss; yet when lost it is not missed.

The whole existence of man is a ceaseless duel between the forces of life and death.

My death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me.