Quotes About Mortality

Death is beautiful the way you are

Death is beautiful, the way you are . . . If it's so beautiful why must I live now, live first?

You must know that you're always dead . . .

I'm sure I will change before I die, unless I die today or tomorrow.

I mean, they're made out of dust. You're all just dust and dried blood, you're dead. You are not absolute.

She could die now; no one would see it, her.

and we're both dead at the same time.

I will always have done that; when I die I will have done that; when I'm dead I will remember that I have done that.

When my death comes I'll have nearly been the one.

And so he goes on dwindling away maybe through too much prayer is now too rarefied to touch or settle anywhere

Three people in the snow getting rid of themselves breath by breath

All his beauty, wit and grace Lie forever in one place, He who sang and sprang and moved Now, in death, is only loved.

Death is a gift meant to wake up the living, to nudge us toward a life of purpose and intention.

Dying is also an art and just like any other art it must be learned.

Those who know how one should die knew how one should live.

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

todos a los que cuidamos y amamos han de morir. ¿Y no es todo nuestro canto un lamento porque todo lo que es verde y bello ha de pasar, como las sombras sobre una llanura, sin dejar rastro? ¿Qué canción, por bella que sea, puede aliviar esta angustia?

All young people believed they were immortal, and he had personal experience of the methods they used to cull themselves - base-jumping, sky-diving, hard drugs, alcohol. Over the years he'd come to see solid sense in the ways so-called savage peoples formalised their rituals of manhood; without such regulation, young men seemed compelled to invent their own, even more lethal, rites of passage.

Are any of us safe? How do we make it through? How, when you know you are going to leave this life whether you want to or not - when you know that you and everyone you love will leave this life - do we make it? I don't want to die.

If only the Fates had granted him a longer stay in this

The best of men are just men at best.

The utilitarian behaves sensibly in all that is required for preservation but never takes account of the fact that he must die...His whole life is absorbed in avoiding death, which is inevitable, and therefore he might be thought to be the most irrational of men, if rationality has anything to do with understanding ends or comprehending the human situation as such. He gives way without reserve to his most powerful passion and the wishes it engenders.

Vivemos, pensamos e operamos — eis o que é positivo. E que morremos, não é menos certo. Mas, deixando a Terra, para onde vamos? Que seremos após a morte? Estaremos melhores ou pior? Existiremos ou não? Ser ou não ser, tal a alternativa.

I have no idea what my great-grandparents looked or sounded like, or the great-greats before them, back to caveman days. It's weird to think they were like me once, goofing with friends, mad at their parents, brave, scared, everything. But now they're gone too, and nobody knows or cares. So why do I make myself miserable over things that years from now no one will even care about? If I knew that, maybe I could be happy.