Quotes About Mortality

I have not died as men may die, nor sinned as men have sinned, But I have reached a misty sky upon a granite wind.

Get correct views of life, and learn to see the world in its true light. It will enable you to live pleasantly, to do good, and, when summoned away, to leave without regret.

It is not dying but deadness we should fear.

Is it really so bad if no mound is built over your bones, and you are tossed out unburied? What odds does it make if you are cremated, exposed to be eaten by dogs or ravens, or consumed underground by worms?

My Cup" They tell me I am going to die. Why don't I seem to care? My cup is full. Let it spill

Hector Berlioz's witty comment, "Time is the great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all of its students.

Every cradle asks us "Whence?" and every coffin "Whither?" The poor barbarian, weeping above his dead, can answer these questions as well as the robed priest of the most authentic creed.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

while life has but one entrance, it has exits innumerable, and as I choose the house in which I live, the ship in which I will sail, so will I choose the time and manner of my death.

After all, death is not so terrible as joyless life.

But as I'm not going around killing people I don't like, I don't think there's much wrong with admitting some people contribute more to the world than others.' 'So you don't subscribe to "any man's death diminishes me"?' said Robin. 'I wouldn't feel remotely diminished by the deaths of some of the bastards I've met.

You think he had it in him to kill her, do you?" "Of course I do," said Somé dismissively. "Of course he has. All of us have got it in us, somewhere, to kill.

After a short pause, she said, "I don't think I'll be here for my next birthday, Corm." The words hit him like a punch in the diaphragm. "Don't say that." "If I can't say it to you, who can I say it to?

Best while you have it use your breath, There is no drinking after death. John Fletcher, The Bloody Brother

Trouble is, you're just as dead if you're knifed by a self-dramatizing twat as by a professional.

Nillness, that was where Lula Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother…sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

It seems to me that every thing in the light and air ought to be happy, Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave let him know he has enough. Catherine

But the blues is a more sustained illumination, against the humiliation, rage, and sadness of life, and in turn invests the artist with not eternal youth but a scarred mortality, blessed with poetry.

In old magazines and newspapers we find a number of uncomfortably revealing things: the aged as young, the dead as living, forgotten people as celebrities, an array of our own barbarous and long-discarded fads and postures, and worst, visible only in this removed perspective, our own sickening pretensions to meaning and permanence.

The years forget our errors and forgive our sins, but they punish our inaction with living death.

How would your values and priorities change if you were told you had only seven days to live?

People perish. Books are immortal.

Death was a lens that would reveal things as they really were: what was important would assume its true importance; what was unimportant would recede into the shadows.

When a daffodil I see,Hanging down his head t'wards me,Guess I may what I must be:First, I shall decline my head;Secondly, I shall be dead;Lastly, safely buryed.