Quotes About Mortality

Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.

I think death has a right to its own courage and dignity and self-respect.

Whatever we have in the glory of man is "away". Those are just not enough before we go "home" to the glory of God.

Respect Death and You Live In Life

Mortality is the most romantic story ever told. Just one chance to do everything you should. Then, magically, you move on.

You can't live when you're afraid of daying.

The passing of an ordinary man is sad. The passing of a great man is tragic, and doubly tragic when the greatness passes before the man does.

Everyone will pass eventually, someway or somewhere

Cosmic time is the same for everyone, but human time differs with each person. Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.

I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.

As the years go by, my life keeps filling up with names like abandoned cemeteries or like an empty history class or a telephone book in a foreign city. And death is when someone behind you keeps calling and calling and you no longer turn around to see who.

I'm made from remnants of flesh and blood And leftovers of philosophies.

I sing and drink, giving no thought to death; with arms outspread I fall upon the grass, and if, in this wide world, I come to die, then it's certain to be from sheer joy that I live.

Do you believe that you will die? Yes, man is mortal, I am a man, ergo... No, that isn't what I mean. I know that you know that. What I'm asking is: Have you ever actually believed it, believe it completely, believe not with your mind but with your body, actually felt that one day the fingers now holding this very piece of paper will be yellow and icy...?

Do you believe that you will die? Yes man is mortal I am a man ergo... no that isn't what I mean. I know that you know that. What I am asking is, have you ever actually believed it? Believed it completely? Believed not with your mind but with your body? Actually felt that one the fingers now holding this very piece of paper will be icy and yellow? No, of course you don't believe it. Which is the reason why up until now you haven't jumped from the tenth floor to the pavement.

To kill one individual, that is, to subtract fifty years to the total sum of human lives, was criminal. But to subtract fifty million years was not considered criminal. Really, isn't that absurd?

When the dead departed, they took away any falsehoods that they might have allowed us to believe while alive; we who are left behind have to embark on a different life, since the dead are no longer here to help us deceive ourselves.

Time corrupts. And we pay a price for everything corruptible: food, roof beams, souls.

Do que adianta a ciência... se nem uma vida pode salvar...?

Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

Can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

Death joins us to the great majority.