“We are terrified by this life because it is the only one we know we ha...” — Shawn Davis Quote

“We are terrified by this life because it is the only one we know we have, and it is dying from the moment it is birthed.”

“With each passing moment, an infinity of potentialities become just one reality, your life narrowing with each tick of the clock.”

“Perhaps the only thing we might legitimately lament in an old man’s death would be his failure to have used his time well.”

“You may treat the past and future as realities, but they are only realities in your memory and imagination. Only the present exists.”

“Time spent under a burden is often time well spent.”

“Time: life’s inexorable weapon of humiliation.”

“Time is non-renewable.”

“You don't know what it's like to hunt the future”

“God, I thought I’d have more time. All the time in the world.”

“If we don’t have to earn our time, how easily we squander it.”

“There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun.”