Quotes About Mortality

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

The only truly dead are those who have been forgotten.

Their ganna live, until they die.

Stay fit and live long and prosper, but write your own obituary now, while you can, just in case.

In the end, the judge ruled that no woman has "the right to copulate with a feeling of security that there will be no resulting conception": if a woman isn't willing to die in childbirth, she shouldn't have sex. Sanger

Jane Francklyne, born in 1565, had lived for less than a month. She left very little behind. She was buried in the Ecton churchyard, but her father would hardly have paid a carver to engrave so small a stone. If not for the parish register, there would be no record that this Jane Francklyne had ever lived at all. History is what is written and can be found; what isn't saved is lost, sunken and rotted, eaten by the earth.

There were about three million people on that island, land of mountains, when Columbus landed; fifty years later, there were only five hundred; everyone else had died, their songs unsung.

Don't take life too seriously. After all none of us are getting out alive anyway.

Do you realize that there is nothing in our genes that tells us when to die? There are genetic codes that tell us how to grow, how to breathe, and how to sleep, but NOTHING that tells us to die. So why do we? Because we literally rust and decay our bodies from the inside out with poor food and lifestyle choices.

When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?

Son. Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone. But it doesn't mean you've got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren't alone on the other side.

Sure, Death was going to find him sooner or later, but it seemed as though Death were taking the scenic route to get there.

Death does not tidy up or sweep as it departs. We all of us leave traces other than the ashes and the bones.

There is no remedy for death--or birth--except to hug the spaces in between. Live loud. Live wide. Live tall.

Ölümü kaç?racak ve kar??l???nda fidye olarak zaman isteyecekti." Çev. Ay?e Ünal

As years went by we would receive heartbreaking news that one had passed, then another: feisty Wyakin, fearless Kamots, gentle Matsi. Piyip, one of Kamots and Chemukh's three pups, was the last to die, in 2013. In one day 98,000 people shared his passing with us over the Internet. Emotional messages poured in. The Sawtooth Pack had touched the hearts of people around the world.

when I die the wind will still blow and the stars still shine, for the place I occupy on earth is no more permanent than the water I now make

Death steals everything except our stories.

Sometimes the only answer to death is lunch.

It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.