Richard Brautigan Quotes

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

We're all dying. We're all in the process of oxidizing. Everyone of us is in the process of oxidizing, so to sort of interrupt one aspect of that while everything else goes on, it's a freak show.

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Everything that rises sets, and everything that grows, grows old.

We've spent the last few millennia aware that senescence is horrible but knowing nevertheless that it's inevitable. We've had to find some mechanism to put it out of our minds so we can get on with our miserably short lives.

Happens to everybody. Horses, dogs, men. Nobody gets out of life alive.

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

All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

I love things on the decline because that's really the natural progression of our lives. We're born, we're feisty for the first couple of years, and then the inevitable decline begins.

The idea of forever is kind of ridiculous, which is unfortunate because it's kind of a nice thing to say, you know. I think it softens the blow of mortality and having to say goodbye to everything you know and everyone you love and all that kind of thing.

Every time I think that I am getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.

Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.

Oh my God, if I know anything, I know I'm gonna die! I never forget that. I know I'll be forgotten in a minute, and that's just fine with me.

One time, I was young. I was skinny. I was elegant. Getting old is terrible.

The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

No one is so old that he cannot live yet another year, nor so young that he cannot die today.

When we look on the roses and gaiety of youth, the mournful idea of mortality is altogether alien to our thoughts. We have heard of it as a speculation and a tale, but nothing but experience can bring it home to us.

How terrible a thing time is.