Quotes About Mortality

This planet Earth, the act of putting a roof over our heads, our flesh and blood existence, it's all very temporary.

Thirdly, Death is nothing else but a change of a short and temporary for an unalterable and eternal condition.

Ars moriendi ars vivendi est: the art of dying is the art of living.

When people come to understand how big the universe is and how short a human life is, their hearts cry out. Sometimes it's a shout of joy: I think that's what it was for Jason; I think that's what I didn't understand about him. He had the gift of awe. But for most of us it's a cry of terror. The terror of extinction, the terror of meaninglessness. Our hearts cry out. Maybe to God, or maybe just to break the silence.

Mortality, a writer of my generation once said, trumps morality.

Have the courage to live. Anyone can die.

History my god. An incurable diarrhea of dead immortals.

How can I die alone.Where will I be then who am now alone,what groans so patheticallyin this room where I am alone?

Oh stay awhile. sad, sagging flesh and bones gone brittle. Stay in place, aged face, teeth, don't go. Inside and out the flaccid change of bodily parts, mechanics of action, mind's collapsing habits, all echo here in mottled skin, blurred eye, reiterated mumble. Lift to the vacant air some sigh, some sign I'm still inside.

I do not worry about dying – when you get to my age you never think about it, you just carry on with life and enjoy it.' Vernon Jones - Ox & Bucks Light Infantry - D-Day Veteran

All dogs are born with a death sentence, they hunt for us, and then they are gone. They do not get to stay either young or strong forever. It's an old truth but still we have to relearn it with each dog. Rick Bass, in the story Old Dog

I am of an age when one begins to contemplate one's emaciated fingers, and at which youth is so full, so real that it cannot be long before it begins to fade. Your lips bring tears to my eyes; you sleep naked in my brain and I dare not rest.

None of us is getting out of here alive.

My death would be noted with nothing more than a headstone bearing the dates of my birth and my death to let the world know I had been here.

I had watched Grandma O'Malley, a proud and simple woman, shrink and wrinkle and turn white over the years. But we expect that of our grandparents. Not our parents. For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.

The dead don't bury the dead. Only the living can do that.

Life's a bitch, kid. And then you die.

For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.

Time is wicked. It comes and goes like a thief in the night, stealing our youth, our beauty, and our bodies." I had watched Grandma O'Malley, a proud and simple woman, shrink and wrinkle and turn white over the years. But we expect that of our grandparents. Not our parents. For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.

You realize you are like 99.9 percent of the rest of the world, just a cog in the wheel trying to make some sense of where you belong in the incomprehensible grand design of it all. And you realize that people you trust are going to disappoint you, friends will come and go, and those you love will die. Sloane

None of us is getting out of here alive. But it doesn't have to be today.

You realize you are like 99.9 percent of the rest of the world, just a cog in the wheel trying to make some sense of where you belong in the incomprehensible grand design of it all. And you realize that people you trust are going to disappoint you, friends will come and go, and those you love will die.

Let him make rimes for the vultures.

The gods of old times mated sometimes with mortal women, our legends tell us.