I can't forgive my friends for dying. I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

—Logan Pearsall Smith

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About Logan Pearsall Smith

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Lloyd Logan Pearsall Smith (18 October 1865 – 2 March 1946) was an American-born British essayist and critic. Harvard and Oxford educated, he was known for his aphorisms and epigrams, and was an expert on 17th century divines. His Words and Idioms made him an authority on correct English language...

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The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.

—Logan Pearsall Smith

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We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stouter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

—Logan Pearsall Smith

Don't laugh at a youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

—Logan Pearsall Smith

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People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.

—Logan Pearsall Smith

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What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!

—Logan Pearsall Smith

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More quotations tagged with “death”

Time is not your friend. It doesn't care if you live fast or die slow, if you are or if you aren't. It was here before you arrived and it will go on after you leave. Time doesn't care who wins or who loses, if your life span is full or empty, honorable or shameful. Time is indifferent.

—Laura Wiess in Leftovers

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My mother buried three husbands, and two of them were just napping.

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You can't live your life worried about dying all the time. If you do, you're dead already.

—Jennifer Echols in Going Too Far

For no reason I can explain, I began to discover how little it mattered where you are or what anyone does to you. I was sure that what I had done to get there [imprisoned for draft resistance] was right, and somehow the longer I was there, the better I felt.… I felt filled with love for everyone: everyone I knew and everyone I didn't know; for plants, fish, animals; even bankers, generals, prison guards, and lying politicians—everything and everyone. Why did I feel so good? Was it God? Or approaching death? Or just the way life is supposed to be if we weren't so busy trying to make it something else?

—David Dellinger

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If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, whom would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

—Stephen Levine

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