Born To Die Quotes

• Nacemos solos, vivimos solos, morimos solos. Sólo a través de nuestro amor y nuestra amistad podemos crear por un momento la ilusión de que no estamos solos.

  Orson Welles

  Amor, Vida, Deprimente

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• Nacemos solos, vivimos solos, morimos solos. Todo lo demás es un regalo.

  Yul Brynner

  Amor, vida, muerte

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• We are all born to die—the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live.

  Gina Lollobrigida

  Differences, Intensity, Born

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• I we are born to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of living life if it just contradicts?

  Ronnie Radke

  Live Life, Born, Dies

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• Some people are scared of dying. Never be afraid to die. Because you're born to die.

  Walter Breuning

  People, Dying, Scared

  "World's oldest man dies at 114" by David Batty, www.theguardian.com. April 14, 2011.

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• We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of these two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk on, lost, and lost again, in the mapless wilderness of love.

  Tim Farrington

  Lying, Heart, Two

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• The best thing for a man to do is to be born and, being born, to die at once.

  Pietro Aretino

  Men, Birth, Born

  Pietro Aretino (1933). "Las obras"

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• Nacimos para morir y morimos para vivir. Como plantones de Dios, apenas florecemos en la tierra; florecemos plenamente en el cielo.

  Russell M. Nelson

  God, Flower, Heaven

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• We were born to die; we were born to endure, on the way to death, sorrow-sorrow in manifold shapes.

  Cynthia Ozick

  Sorrow, Shapes, Way

  Cynthia Ozick (2017). “Art and Ardor”, p.258, Atlantic Books

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• Wisdom views with an indifferent eye all finite joys, all blessings born to die.

  Hannah Más

  Wisdom, Eye, Blessing

  Hannah More (1827). “The Works of Hannah More: With a Sketch of Her Life”, p.112

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• La mayoría de los libros, como sus autores, nacen para morir; sólo de unos pocos libros puede decirse que la muerte no los domina; viven, y su influencia perdura para siempre.

  William Styron

  Book, Reading, Forever

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• Dogs have fleas; people have each other. We are born to die. Life is a continuing tragic comedy. Everything and everyone we love suffers. Anybody who doesn't see that has not grown up and known life.

  Federico Lenz

  Dog, People, Suffering

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• We are born to die tomorrow, and yet through books we are able to know events of thousands of years.

  Yamaga Soko

  Book, Years, Events

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• What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

  Francis Bacon

  Death, Cry, Born

  "Handy-Book of Literary Curiosities". Book by William Shepard Walsh, 1892.

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• Madness. I did not get myself born to die. I have better things to do.

  Tanith Lee

  Madness, Born, Things To Do

  Tanith Lee (1987). “Tales from the Flat Earth: Night's Daughter”

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• Because the truth is - and we know it - we were born to die without regrets. Regret is the only wound from which the soul never recovers.

  Sarah Ban Breathnach

  Regret, Soul, Truth Is

  Sarah Ban Breathnach (1999). "Algo más: Excavating Your Authentic Self", G K Hall & Company

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• Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I; For yet I lived like one not born to die; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears— No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep—and waking, I waked to sleep no more; at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is gray, For I have lost the race I never ran. A rathe December blights my lagging May: And still I am a child, though I be old Time is my debtor for my days untold.

  Hartley Coleridge

  Sweet, Children, Sleep

  Hartley Coleridge, Derwent Coleridge (1851). “Poems”, p.13

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• Una masa de polvo, esclavo momentáneo del mundo, Es el hombre, en estado de nuestro viejo Adán hecho, Pronto nacido para morir, pronto floreciente para desvanecerse.

  Barnabe Barnes

  Men, Dust, World

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• Situado en este istmo de un estado intermedio,
  Un ser oscuramente sabio y rudamente grande...
  Él cuelga entre; en duda para actuar o descansar;
  Dudando si considerarse un dios o una bestia;
  Dudando si preferir su mente o su cuerpo;
  Nacido para morir, y razonando pero para errar.

  Alexander Pope

  Sabio, Miedo, Duda

  Alexander Pope (1867). "An Essay on Man: In Four Epistles, to H.St.John, Lord Bolingbroke", p.18

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• I seem to be the only person in the world who doesn't mind being pitied. If you love me, pity me. The human state is pitiable: born to die, capable of so much, accomplishing so little; killing instead of creating, destroying instead of building, hating instead of loving. Pitiful, pitiful.

  Jessamyn West

  Hate, Creating, Mind

  Jessamyn West (1973). “Hide and Seek: A Continuing Journey”, Harcourt

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• The earth will never be the same again Rock, water, tree, iron, share this greif As distant stars participate in the pain. A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf, A dolphin death, O this particular loss A Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried If this small one was tossed away as dross, The very galaxies would have lied. How shall we sing our love's song now In this strange land where all are born to die? Each tree and leaf and star show how The universe is part of this one cry, Every life is noted and is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

  Madeleine L'Engle

  Song, Stars, Pain

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• But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I'll be there.

  A. E. Housman

  Love, Soul, Guilt

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• Puesto que todo hombre que vive nace para morir, y nadie puede presumir de sincera felicidad, Soportemos con igual ánimo lo que suceda, sin alegrarnos ni afligirnos demasiado por cosas que escapan a nuestro cuidado. Como peregrinos al lugar señalado nos dirigimos; el mundo es una posada, y la muerte el final del viaje.

  John Dryden

  Life, Death, Journey

  'Palamon and Arcite' (1700) bk. 3, l. 883

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