Alex Hirsch Quotes

I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.

We can imagine our bodies being destroyed, our brains ceasing to function, our bones turning to dust, but it is harder - some would say impossible - to imagine the end of our very existence.

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.

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

We name time when we say: every thing has its time. This means: everything which actually is, every being comes and goes at the right time and remains for a time during the time allotted to it. Every thing has its time.

I also believe that when one dies, one may wake up to the reality that proves that time does not exist.

How many things in the world deserve our loyalty? Very few indeed. I think one should be loyal to immortality, which is another word for life, a stronger word for it.

You exist in time, but you belong to eternity.

When we exist, death is not yet present, and when death is present, then we do not exist.

I've been thinking about forever

How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

What about life, Ninotchka? Do Russians never think about life, of the moment in which we are living? It's the only moment we ever really have.

The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future.

Query: How does the never to be differ from what never was?

The concept of time shuts off eternity.

We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive.

The thinker dies, but his thoughts are beyond the reach of destruction. Men are mortal; but ideas are immortal.

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.

We are never aware of the present; each instant of living becomes perceptible only when it is past, so that in a sense we do not live at all, but only remember living.

But you're dead,' said Harry. 'Oh, yes,' said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. 'Then... am I dead too?' 'Ah,' said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. 'That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.

Time is not your enemy, forever is.

Immortality is the only thing which doesn't tolerate being postponed.

Time is the life of the soul.