David Eagleman Quotes

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

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

I don’t know. We’ll all be dead.

All us got a due date. All us got a death sentence. One day, we gonna die.

Everything is created to be annihilated.

Only death reveals what a nothing the body of man is.

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

Remember that life holds out many pleasing deceits to us by the vanity of glory; for that when we are beginning to live, then we are dying. There is, therefore, nothing more profitless than ambition.

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

Only death rescues us from dying.

Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

We brought nothing into this world and it's certain we can carry nothing out.

We are buried when we're born. The world is a place of graves occupied and graves potential. Life is what happens while we wait for our appointment with the mortician.

When you're dead, you're done.

Maybe it's ALWAYS the end of the world. Maybe you're alive for a while, and then you realize you're going to die, and that's such an insane thing to comprehend, you look around for answers and the only answer is that the world must die with you.

All who are born are always dying.

Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.

You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds he will lie beneath what he now stands on, dead as those insects whose sound he no longer hears, and the grass will go on growing, wild and blind.

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].

My dear fellow,' Burlingame said, 'we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong to the grave. Think you the worms will care, when anon they make a meal of you, whether you spent your moment sighing wigless in your chamber, or sacked the golden towns of Montezuma? Lookee, the day's nigh spent; 'tis gone careening into time forever. Not a tale's length past we lined our bowels with dinner, and already they growl for more. We are dying men, Ebenezer: i'faith, there's time for naught but bold resolves!

And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste Shall others continue, but never complete. For none upon earth can achieve his scheme; The best as the worst are futile here: We wake at the self-same point of the dream, All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.

But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.

We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.