Quotes About Time

It's a different story because guess what, the kid is only 28 years old, 28. He's not his dad, not his grandpa. He's 28 years old.

I dated a lot, but I never really had anyone who was worthy of an anniversary. And most girlfriends never made it to a year, anyway.

Why does every girl in the world wanna date me? Especially right now man, especially when I'm busy!

Most people can't bear to sit in church for an hour on Sundays. How are they supposed to live somewhere very similar to it for eternity?

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

I talk alot about death so I should do it soon... Maybe under the cold breeze of a bluish moon

Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying

I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.

Death comes to us all. Press me again and you shall find yours.

Once you are born in this world you're old enough to die.

Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Death is simply a break in our linear stream of consciousness.

Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

No one, at night, really believes he'll live forever.

For everything in life there is always a beginning and an end. This is the tough part the most difficult thing when you see that it's coming: The end.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

Life is like a very short visit to a toy shop between birth and death.

If the heart stops for more than two minutes, you have massive brain death. There are only two minutes between our conscious world and zero. That's how fragile our consciousness is.

There's no such thing as 'too late!' That's why they invented death!

Nothing is permanent. The only thing any of us have in common is the inevitable.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

I have no fear of death, except I hate waiting for it.