Thomas Sydenham Quotes

I don't feel invincible because I'm human.

Life is an incurable disease.

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

To have a body is to suffer.

And introduce an element of cynicism and darkness into it and just realize that we're all vulnerable. We are humans. There is a finite end to this life and we're all going to face it and a little silliness can help.

I know all human beings will be successful. How do I know? They all die.

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.

I like thinking about the fragility of the human flesh and our bodies - our decay and eventual death.

Isn't it odd that you have to keep proving you're alive?

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

Despite all the achievements of civilisation, the human being is still one of the most vulnerable creatures on earth.

We civilizations now know ourselves mortal.

The fact that we're all here in these bodies means that we're not perfected.

I hate Sridevi. I hate her for making me realise that she, too, is finally only just a human being. I hate that her heart, too, has to beat to live.

Life is tragic. You are tiny and flawed and ignorant and weak, and everything else is huge, complex, and overwhelming.

Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

To be alive is to be vulnerable.

It's easy to forget people are blood and bone. They're not indestructible.

Remember that I too am mortal.

We are all frail-embodied creatures, who at times suffer through injustice, abuse, illness, pain and misfortune.

We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.

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.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.