Cormac McCarthy Quotes

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

The goal of all life is death.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

Let this be my final lesson. Everyone and everything has a time to die.

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.

Because we are no different from any animal, any insect or germule. We are not special, Cal. You, me, we all came from nothing, and that's exactly where we're all going one day, maybe soon, whether we like it or not.

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

The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

Everything we do really is just a little marker on the long road to death. And sometimes that’s overwhelmingly depressing to me, and sometimes it makes me feel kinship and forgiveness. We’ve all got the same ending to the story. The way we make that story more elaborate, I got to respect.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

There's nothing glamorous about being dead.

Death comes for us all. Even for kings he comes.

Birth was the death of him.

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

I think I want to talk about life from the point of view of death.

Nothing is the destiny of everyone, it is our commonness made dumb.

Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.

Death is a very important part of life.

Life and death. At some point we're gonna leave this world. Do I know when? Absolutely not.

I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.

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

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

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

There is no more final end than death.