Frank Herbert Quotes

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.

So much universe, and so little time.

Each beat told him he was still alive, at least for one more second.

You will have Time, that rare and lovely gift that your Western countries have lost the more they have pursued it.

All of us are pilgrims on this earth. I've even heard people say that the earth itself is a pilgrim in the heavens.

Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert. Brave boatmen come, they go, they die, the voyage flows on forever. We are all canyoneers. We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.

Time is the backdrop of our lives and the very fabric of the cosmos.

What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, litigious love,Wears the long claw of flesh-arguing crime.

Time is the most precious element of human existence.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

Time, how short-eternity, how long! Death, how brief-immortali ty, how endless!

You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime.

Death is the end of the fear of death. [...] To avoid it we must not stop fearing it and so life is fear. Death is time because time allows us to move toward death which we fear at all times when alive. We move around and that is fear. Movement through space requires time. Without death there is no movement through space and no life and no fear. To be aware of death is to be alive is to fear is to move around in space and time toward death.

Peter Lake had no illusions about mortality. He knew that it made everyone perfectly equal, and that the treasures of the earth were movement, courage, laughter, and love. The wealthy could not buy these things. On the contrary, they were for the taking.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.

Love and time, those are the only two things in all the world and all of life that cannot be bought, but only spent.

So this piece of dirt waits four and a half billion years and evolves and changes, and now a strange creature stands here with instruments and talks to the strange creatures in the audience. What a wonderful world!

It's not that "today is the first day of the rest of my life," but that now is all there is of my life.

Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.