Quotes About Mortality

Father Time catches up with us all.

Death is a fearful thing.

To me death is not a fearful thing. It's living that's cursed.

At my worst, I was so fearful of death I'd think about it for six hours a day.

Once death was really close to me, I suddenly became very fearful of it. I think that lit a fire in me like, 'What do you have to say before it happens?'

Medicine is the means by which we poor feeble creatures try to keep from dying or aching.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

'Aging' has been bad ever since we figured out it led to dying.

I have a file of letters and bits of ephemera from friends who have died. I have had lots of friends who died of AIDS.

I can always tell when a filmmaker doesn't care about his or her characters; they just care about setting them up to kill them off.

There's a finite amount of time on this planet for each of us. Sometimes, the only way we figure out how to deal with that reality - knowing that there will be an end to every story, and you don't know how many chapters are left in your book - is by living in denial.

When you're young, you think life is forever, but it's finite. I'm 68, so even by the maddest measurements, I'm in the last bit of life.

Black women are three times as likely to die giving birth or shortly after birth as white women. Black women in the United States die having a child at roughly the same rate as women in Mongolia.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.

Whoever it was who said that to philosophize is an exercise in dying was right in more ways than one, for by writing a book, nobody gets younger.

Sometimes it seems the whole purpose of pets is to bring death into the house.

Watching a whole cluster of friends, and my own mother, die over quite a short space of time convinced me that purely materialist 'explanations' for our mysterious human existence simply won't do - on an intellectual level.

There are many things which swallow up men's thoughts while they live, which they will think little of when they are dying. Hundreds are wholly absorbed in political schemes and seem to care for nothing but the advancement of their own party. Myriads are buried in business and money matters and seem to neglect everything else but this world.

As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less, Who goes to bed with whom.

Let us eat and drink neither forgetting death unduly nor remembering it. The Lord hath mercy on whom he will have mercy, etc., and the less we think about it the better.

He whose head is in heaven need not fear to put his feet into the grave.

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.

I'm less interested in death itself than in people whose lives are touched by it.