Georges Bataille Quotes

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

Part of being alive is dying as well.

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

We all know that we're going to die, but we don't know when. That's not a blessing, that's a curse.

We are all terminal.

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

We're all terminal; none of us are getting out of this alive.

Happens to everybody. Horses, dogs, men. Nobody gets out of life alive.

We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

We are all racing towards death. No matter how many great, intellectual conclusions we draw during our lives, we know they're all only man-made, like God. I begin to wonder where it all leads. What can you do, except do what you can do as best you know how.

In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.

Mortality defines the human condition.

Life - and I don't suppose I'm the first to make this comparison - is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.

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.

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.

If you haven't understood that if you are born you die, you scarcely deserve to be able to be alive.

You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.

Everything on earth is a game. A passing thing. We all end up dead. We all end up the same, don't we?

Time is a gift and a threat because we are bodily creatures. We only come into existence through the bodies of others, but that very body destines us to death. We must be born and we must die.

The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.

We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then.