Louise Erdrich Quotes

I always know I can die at any moment.

It was despairing to find out that I am mortal.

I've seen people pass away. I've seen how fragile life is.

We pop into existence and we know that we die and we know that we lose everyone that we love and we know we even lose our own bodies. And what a paradigm. What a mystery.

We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do.

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

I was realizing, for the first time, that everything goes on, turns gray, is ruined in the living. That there is no end to our story until death comes and the body decays.

We are all dying. Every single day that we are alive.

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

In the end, living is defined by dying.

We are fastened to a dying animal.

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.

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.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.

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

You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.