Aeschylus Quotes

The moment you're born you're done for.

I don't think I'm gonna die tomorrow or even two weeks from now, or even ever. I just don't know - who the hell knows what's gonna happen to them? Nobody! Isn't that comforting? Nobody has a clue. I like that we don't know. And I like that it's somebody else's decision, not mine.

Life and death are matters of the God. I can be killed even at home.

God, to prevent all escape, hath sown the seeds of death in our very constitution and nature, so that we can as soon run from ourselves, as run from death. We need no feller to come with a hand of violence and hew us down; there is in the tree a worm, which grows out of its own substance, that will destroy it; so in us, those infirmities of nature that will bring us down to the dust.

Those that God loves, do not live long.

We all know that we're going to die, but we don't know when. That's not a blessing, that's a curse.

Call no man happy until he is dead, but only lucky.

Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.

The line between life or death is determined by what we are willing to do.

Whether you like it or not, you're forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don't fear death, I'm a fatalist. I believe when it's your time, that's it. It's the hand you're dealt.

Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

It is the lot of man but once to die.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Obviously, we're all going to die at some point. Whether or not we are fated to die in some way I think is debatable. I just don't know which side to debate.

We do not choose the day of our birth nor may we choose the day of our death, yet choice is the sovereign faculty of the mind.

There is a God, and no one is going to live longer than he was given to live.

No nation can anticipate its term, nor delay it.

Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.

Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.

The Greater Man upstairs know when it's my time. Right now isn't the time.

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