Isak Dinesen Quotes

little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for in a little room filled with little mice who gnaw and dance and run while I sleep waiting for a little death in the middle of a little morning in a little city in a little state my little mother dead my little father dead in a little cemetery somewhere. I have only a little time to tell you this: watch out for little death when he comes running but like all the billions of little deaths it will finally mean nothing and everything: all your little tears burning like the dove, wasted.

'Aging' has been bad ever since we figured out it led to dying.

Birth was the death of him.

You've got to learn to accept the law of life, and face the fact that we disintegrate slowly.

Everyone gets old - there's nothing you can do about it.

Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.

The minute you're born, you're getting older.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common, they're both going in the ground soon!

I don't expect anything from anybody. When you grow old... Your days are gone; it is part of life.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

When I was young, I used to be very frightened of getting older and of death. Now, I'm more resigned to the inevitability.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

That's life's big joke: we all end up looking like Mr. Burns.

I'm not getting old, I'm getting dead.

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.

It is the fate of all things to ripen, and then to decay.

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

Why should we be startled by death? Life is a constant putting off of the mortal coil - coat, cuticle, flesh and bones, all old clothes.

The body is subject to the law of growth and decay, what grows must of necessity decay.

I'm getting old, that's the thing! What's in me now won't be there anymore.