Jean de la Bruyere Quotes

Whatever is certain in death is slightly alleviated by what is not so infallible; the time when it shall happen is undefined, but it is more or less connected with the infinite, and what we call eternity.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Life will go on - until it doesn't.

Today's today. Tomorrow we may be ourselves gone down the drain of Eternity.

Any way, death is so final, isn't it? "Is it?" asked Richard. "Sometimes," said the marquis de Carabas. And they went down.

You just never know when you're going into eternity.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

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

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

Either he's dead or my watch has stopped.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

I don't think I'm going to live until I'm 70, no; I could die tomorrow. So there isn't a panic that time is running out, but there is an element that anything could happen.

The human race is plainly nothing in eternity, but to us, in time, it is everything and ought not to die.

We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.

I'm not fixated on death but I know tomorrows are not guaranteed.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

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

Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.