Quotes About Mortality

Being aware that he had but a short time to live and having neither Martian nor Kansan faith in immortality, he purposed to live each golden moment as eternity—without

All men must die, it was their single common heritage. But a book need never die and should not be killed; books were the immortal part of man.

However, you are just as dead if you buy a farm in an "incident" as you are if you buy it in a declared war.

One must accept death, learn not to fear it, then never worry about it. 'Make Today Count!' as a friend whose days are numbered told me. Live in that spirit and when death comes, it will come as a welcome friend.

Jubal had long forsworn pets, because he outlived them, or (worse yet) it was now possible that a pet would outlive him, be orphaned.

Being aware that he had but a short time to live and having neither Martian nor Kansan faith in immortality, he purposed to live each golden moment as eternity—without fear, without hope, with sybaritic gusto.

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One might define adulthood as the age at which a person learns that he must die … and accepts his sentence undismayed.

I've got a tombstone disposition and a graveyard mind I'm a bad motherfucker and I don't mind dyin

I believe that's only because it's an unconventional idea. It breaks down our whole conditioned system. The first thing you learn in a logic class is the syllogism, "All men are mortal; Socrates is a man; therefore, Socrates is mortal." And to knock that one over really disturbs people and I find it fascinating that they are disturbed because I don't think they really want to die; they just don't want to think a new thought.

time fleets, youth fades, life is an empty dream

But to have seen thee, and to die so soon!

On the abyss's edge we slide and soon will plunge head first; our life is given us with our death – and we, when we are born, begin to die. Without an ounce of pity, death strikes all things, brings to nothing stars, and suns are quenched by her cold breath – destroyer of the universe.

She made them all laugh and forget for a moment that they were dying men.

She didn't want to look ahead to the days and the months and the years with him. Here, now, in this room, it was all right, but later? Again, time couldn't stop. And she saw at last that time only stopped when you were dead...Time was always moving and nothing could stay the same, everything was always changing, for better or for worse. And you had to change with time, with the seasons and the years, or you would be dead too, although your heart would continue to beat.

Was this all there was to life, after all? You finished school, found an occupation, got married, became a father, watched your wife die, and then lived through days and nights that seemed to have no sunrises, no dawns and no dusks, nothing but a gray drabness.

Nothing smelled worse than the death of another human being. Not horses or cattle or rotten whales washed onto a beach. Human death was the smell of what hid in the future, waiting for you.

Every minute of every day is a gift, and growing old a privilege, not a right.

I may have wept that any should have died Or missed their chance, or not have been their best, Or been their riches, fame, or love denied; On me as much as any is the jest. I take my incompleteness with the rest. God bless himself can no one else be blessed I hold your doctrine of Memento Mori. And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

Yes, when it's not our death." "You make that sound as if it wasn't so With everything. What we live by we die by.

No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone. Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.

And sure, I know if you eat this way you'll die. So? If you don't eat this way you're still going to die. Why not die happy?

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.