Quotes About Mortality

You might expect me to say "life," having just woken up and all, but it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

Is today a good day to die? Is today the day? And if not today–when?

We all have a shelf life.

But that isn't why. The why is that none of it matters. Not school, not cheerleading, not boyfriends or friends or parties or creative writing programs or Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â She waves her arms at the world. "It's all just time filler until we die.

We never know how long we have. We're never guaranteed tomorrow. I could die right now, right here.

It's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

It's only when I'm awake that I think about dying. I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom Someday. You are all the colours in one, at full brightness. ..the ones who didn't make it and never had a chance. I'm disappearing. Maybe I'm already gone. It's not what you take. It's what you leave.

I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either.

So what makes you angry?` `Stupid people. Fake people. Mean people. Death. I worry about dying all the time. Like, all the time.

It's all just time filler until we die.

She waves her arms at the world. "It's all just time filler until we die.

But that isn't why. The why is that none of it matters. Not school, not cheerleading, not boyfriends or friends or parties or creative writing programs or... It's all just time filler until we die.

I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping.

I'm sure you've read For Whom The Bell Tolls. Well, Robert Jordan knows he's going to die. 'There is only now,' he says, 'and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion.' None of us know how long we have, maybe another month, maybe another fifty years – I like living as if I have that two days.

I take a good long look at her. I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That's all on me too. But man, I like this girl.

I love you, he said, his voice catching. When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

I'm a very ordinary man who's worked and fed like everyone else. I'm no longer afraid of dying, but death doesn't seem to want anything to do with me, now that I can see no point in living. I'm afraid he's forgotten me.

No, the only good in life lay in not being - or, if one had to be, then in being a tree, a stone, or even less than that, the grain of sand that cannot bleed beneath the grinding heel of a passer-by.

Prends garde, mon garçon, on en meurt.

Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive.