Vernon Howard Quotes

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

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

We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.

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.

No one is to blame. It is neither their fault nor ours. It is the misfortune of being born when a whole world is dying.

Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

If you haven't understood that if you are born you die, you scarcely deserve to be able to be alive.

Death is an absolute mystery. We are all vulnerable to it, it's what makes life interesting and suspenseful.

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

There is some suffering that awaits us all.

Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

In the end, life makes victims of us all.

The sparrow still falls.

We do not ask to be born; and we do not ask to die. But born we are and die we must. We come into existence and we pass out of existence. And in neither case does high-handed fate await our ratification of its decree.

No man alive can say, This shall not happen to me.

The world is a sea in which we all must surely drown.

Every man beholds his human condition with a degree of melancholy. As a ship aground is battered by the waves, so man, imprisonedin mortal life, lies open to the mercy of coming events.

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

Marriage, like death, is a debt we owe to nature.

Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!

Birth was the death of him.

Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else.