George Orwell Quotes

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. "Fear?" he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?" That's big. "Yes. But there's something else." What else? He leaned forward. "Being forgotten," he whispered.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

We die, and we do not die.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

Time stays, we go.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

Death is a false fear. When it is here, you won't be. When it's not, you are here.

Life is but a moment, death also is but another.

When I die, and people realize that I will not be resurrected in three days, they will forget me. That is the way it should be.

Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

Bands are like people. They're born and then they die.

Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

I think that's what we're all most terrified about: that we'll just die and disappear and we'll leave no trace.

Dust, in the end, settles on everything.

The worldly stuff is not always going to be there and it could be taken away at any moment.

You live you die and death not ends it.

My troubles are many They're deep as a well I swear there ain't no Heaven And I pray there ain't no hell But I'll never know by living only my dying will tell. And when I die and when I'm gone There'll be, one child born And a world to carry on, to carry on.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.

If everything that ever lived is dead, and everything alive is gonna die...where does the sacred part come in?