Quotes About Mortality

We make only a small blaze, and then we go out; but in his springtime and his summer he had burned brightly enough, and he did not feel he had earned this sullen, joyless autumn.

Living, we fret. Dying, we live.

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.

you'll be spared an awful lot of trouble if you die young.

Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

Peter was going to die—to DIE.

He must know he can't live forever Ã¢â'¬Â¦ though to hear him talk you'd think he meant to.

We could not really believe that Peter was going to die—to DIE. Old people died. Grown-up people died. Even children of whom we had heard died. But that one of US—of our merry little band— should die was unbelievable. We could not believe it. And yet the possibility struck us in the face like a blow. We sat on the mossy stones under the dark old evergreens and gave ourselves up to wretchedness. We all, even Dan, cried, except the Story Girl.

Aunt Elizabeth, said Katherine one day, does anybody ever die in Harbour Hill? Because it doesn't seem to me it would be any change for them if they did.

We each cope differently with the specter of our deaths. Some people deny it. Some pray. Some numb themselves with tequila. I was tempted to do a little of each of those things. But I think we are supposed to try to face it straightforwardly, armed with nothing but courage.

I see you're in a hurry to get someplace. It's a great mistake to hurry." "Why?" Joe asked, puzzled by almost everything the traveler said. "Because the grave's our destination," Mr. Sedgwick said. "Those who hurry usually get to it quicker than those who take their time.

Wrong theory," Augustus said. "Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.

no medicine man or wise man knew why one man died and another lived. Wise men themselves often died before fools, and cowards before men who were brave.

I suppose she's just dying of living--that's the one infection that strikes us all down, sooner or later.

If you're planning on dying today I hope you dig your grave first.

The skinny ones last longer than the fat ones," Louisa said. "You'll probably last till you're about sixty.

He had not stayed, but when he had gone, he hadn't fought, either. He had done nothing but ride twice over the same stretch of prairie, while death had come to both camps.

Because the grave's our destination," Mr. Sedgwick said. "Those who hurry usually get to it quicker than those who take their time.

All his work, and it hadn't saved anyone, or slowed the moment of their going by a minute.

He began to wish that somehow things could have been rounded off a little better. Of course he knew death was no respecter. People just dropped when they dropped, whether they had rounded things off or not.

The earth is mostly just a boneyard.

The earth is mostly just a boneyard...but pretty in the sunlight.

I guess we could pile some rocks on her, Call said. I hate just to leave a body laying out. Woodrow, she's mostly et anyway, Gus said. Why spoil the buzzards' picnic?