Emily Dickinson Quotes

How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

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

A man should be mourned at his birth, not at his death.

Death must be easy cuz life is hard

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.

All say, ‘how hard it is that we have to die’ -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.

Life is a disease; and the only difference between on man and another is the stage of the disease at which he lives.

And so, irritants, it is with this that I leave you. You are spared so that you can think of what it really is to live in a world that engenders a pain for which there is no comfort. Here is your product! You have the rest of your lives to think of this. And I suggest you think quickly, for a long life is never a guarantee.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

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

Time will pass, and we shall go away for ever, and we shall be forgotten, our faces will be forgotten, our voices, and how many there were of us; but our sufferings will pass into joy for those who will live after us, happiness and peace will be established upon earth, and they will remember kindly and bless those who have lived before.

death - a passage outside the range of imagination, but within the range of experience.

The two real problems in life are boredom and death.

What else are our lives but a story we tell ourselves to find some sense in the pain ofliving?

Life is a long agonized illness only curable by death.

Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

Dying is almost the least spiritual of our acts, more strictly carnal even than the act of love. There are Death Agonies that are like the strainings of the Costive at stool.

It is the lot of man to suffer.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

Man is born to live, to suffer, and to die, and what befalls him is a tragic lot. There is no denying this in the final end. But we must deny it all along the way.

Suffering must be the inevitable tariff exacted from spirit for residing in human form.

But the most wretched thing, is it not-is to drag out, as I do, a useless existence. If our pains were only of some use to someone, we should find consolation in the thought of the sacrifice.