George Saunders Quotes

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

Life is an incurable disease.

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

Birth, death, and suffering all bring us to the very edge of what our minds can understand.

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.

The first and foremost reality is that suffering and death are not only enemies of life, but a means of reminding us of life's twin realities, love and hate.

We are all dying of life.

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.

Certainly people have a lot tougher situations than I've had to deal with. But I will say we are all dying from the moment we are born. This is not just rehearsal.

Pain and death are part of life. To reject them is to reject life itself.

I don't know if my work is a concerted effort to make kids sad! But life and death go hand in hand. It's our condition as human beings.

The web of life, love, suffering and death unites all beings.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

Acquisition means life to miserable mortals.

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

I'm just observing the world. I was born into it, like you were, and then I found out there were some really disturbing aspects to being alive, like the fact that you weren't going to be alive forever - that bothered me.

There are only three events in a man's life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.

You don't waste your entire life waiting to go back to dust.

Life and death are important. Don't suffer them in vain.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

My suggestion is that there's no way out of the human condition. Sex, death, marriage, children, parents, illness. There's no way out. They're a misery, all of them.