Harvey Cushing Quotes

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

Whether people be of high or low birth, rich or poor, old or young, enlightened or confused, they are all alike in that they will one day die.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

Only against death does man cry out in vain.

There is no way to escape death, it is just like trying to escape by four great mountains touching sky. There is no escape from these four mountains of birth, old age, sickness and death.

God, to prevent all escape, hath sown the seeds of death in our very constitution and nature, so that we can as soon run from ourselves, as run from death. We need no feller to come with a hand of violence and hew us down; there is in the tree a worm, which grows out of its own substance, that will destroy it; so in us, those infirmities of nature that will bring us down to the dust.

There really is only one ending to any story. Human life ends in death. Until then, it keeps going and gets complicated and there's loss. Everything involves loss; every relationship ends in one way or another.

You're probably wondering what's going to happen to you. That's easy. The same thing is going to happen to you that has happened to every other human being who has ever lived. You're going to die. We all die. That's just how it is.

Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.

It’s not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It’s part of the deal we made.

All true stories end in death.

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

The best care on earth cannot prevent us all dying in the end.

I know all human beings will be successful. How do I know? They all die.

Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

The lot of man is to suffer and die.What's gone is of no consequence.

Death haunts everyone and never fails.

Death is the only sovereign whom no partiality can warp, and no price corrupt.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

Nobody deserves death, yet everybody gets it.

What happens is we're all gonna return to dirt, so at the end of the day we're all equal.

It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.