H. G. Wells Quotes

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.

The living is not perfect because it is liable to change; the dead is not perfect because it does not live.

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death." - Jean-Claude

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

You are the music while the music lasts.

Tomorrow is not promised to any of us.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.

There's a sense in all my novels that nothing is certain.

We are here and it is now. Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine.

Death is inevitable, but Life - that's the tricky bit where things happen.

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.

A lot of things can't be modeled very well.

Many things are unknown to the wisest, and the best men can never wholly divest themselves of passions and affections... nothing can or ought to be permanent but that which is perfect.

It's not very fashionable, but I love life, and I believe that things disappear and reappear and nothing ever solidifies, no matter how middle-class, housebroken, staid, and solitary someone's life seems to be. That, I think, is what I'm writing about.

I'm of the opinion that life doesn't always tie up neatly at the end of the episode.

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.

This world's a bubble.

Our lives are a sequence of things. When we're alive, they're continuing, just as my words now are an improvisation. So the idea of 30 years is actually quite nebulous. It's impossible to encapsulate it. All you can do is go: 'what next?'

The good thing about people really is their iffy-ness and dodginess, isn't it?

These are the instructions you are getting today. It is only fair to tell you, however, that they may be changed tomorrow. And ten days later they may be changed back to the instructions you are getting now.