Jonathan Maberry Quotes

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

To live is to die.

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

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

For me, life and death are very important themes. There is no life without death. That's why it's very important to me.

It's an ordinary day for Brian. Like, he died every day, you know.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

We think birth is a miracle and death is a tragedy, but really they're flip sides of the same coin - anything born is gonna die.

Death is just a part of life, you know? It's what makes all of life more vibrant. It's coming whether we want to accept it or not.

Sometimes death is proof of life. Sometimes decay points out a certain verve.

But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

If you were not born in this world, there would be no need to die. To be born in this world is to die, to disappear [laughing].

The last to be overcome is death, and the knowledge of life is the knowledge of death.

I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

We have lost, being born, as much as we shall lose dying: Everything!

Here I am...wanting to accomplish something and completely forgetting it must all end--that there is such a thing as death.

Everything is changeable, everything appears and disappears; there is no blissful peace until one passes beyond the agony of life and death.

We die, because we live.