Quotes About Mortality

No man is infinitely strong; for every creature that runs, flies, hops or crawls there is a terminal nemesis which he will not circumvent, which will finally do him in.

Strength is life, Weakness is death.

I don't have anything left. My strength is pouring out of me just as my blood is. I've been in a death-storm countless times before. Is this death in its true form?

There are very few certainties that touch us all in this mortal experience, but one of the absolutes is that we will experience hardship and stress at some point.

Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.

Sometimes I get a funny feeling inside me that I shan't be here very long, and I'm not talking in terms of things like success. It frightens me sometimes

Success has killed more men than bullets.

Careers are here and they're gone. No matter how great we think we are, we're nothing but the temples of Ozymandias-we're ruins in the making.

Life is a fatal complaint, and an eminently contagious one.

Have you noticed that when we die, our eulogies celebrate our lives very differently from the way society defines success?

We are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young. If not, why, there would be no promotion; and since you assure me that the carg0.

it is a law of nature; their fathers died before them, and they mourned their loss; they will die before their children, who will, in their turn, grieve for them.

We have our clothes, some more splendid than others,—this is our credit; but when a man dies he has only his skin;

God, who might have directed the assassin's dagger so as to end your career in a moment, has given you this quarter of an hour for repentance. Reflect, then, wretched man, and repent.

But tell me, said Beauchamp, what is life? Is it not a hall in Death's anteroom?

Oh, what is man!' d'Avrigny muttered. 'The most egoistical of all animals, the most personal of all creatures, who cannot believe otherwise than that the earth revolves, the sun shines and death reaps for him alone – an ant, cursing God from the summit of a blade of grass!

There is only one serious matter to be considered in life, and that is death.

as Claudius said to Hamlet, `it is a law of nature; their fathers died before them, and they mourned their loss; they will die before their children, who will, in their turn, grieve for them.

Death, according to the care we take to be on good or bad terms with it, is either a friend which will rock us as gently as a nursing mother or an enemy which will savagely tear apart body and soul.

I have only two enemies: I shall not say two conquerors, because with persistence I can make them bow to my will: they are distance and time. The third and most awful is my condition as a mortal man. Only that can halt me on the path I have chosen before I have reached my appointed goal. Everything else is planned for.

Death is perhaps an ordeal, but it is not an expiation

remember that it is the dead alone with whom we are not likely to meet again on this earth.

I have only two adversaries — I will not say two conquerors, for with perseverance I subdue even them, — they are time and distance. There is a third, and the most terrible — that is my condition as a mortal being.

the more men you see die, the easier it becomes to die yourself; and in my opinion, death may be a torture, but it is not an expiation.