Quotes About Mortality

Death waits for us all. But she takes the lazy first.

You killed him all to bits, and robbed everyone who knew him, and cut all the good he might ever do out of the world.

And so the doubts begin... Our doom draws nearer, and every man sees it. A strange thing, death. Far away, you can laugh at it, but as it comes closer it looks worse and worse. Close enough to touch, and no one laughs.

Moartea ne a?teapt? pe to?i. Nimic nu dureaz? o ve?nicie. Iar scopul omului în via?? e s? încerce s? fac? totul cât mai bine.

Everything frightens me, and it's well that it does. Fear is a good friend to the hunted, it's kept me alive this long. The dead are fearless, and I don't care to join them.

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit. He

There was a red stain across Gorst's eye above the flatbow bolt. But the other one rolled up towards Leo. It seemed, somehow, he still had that smile. 'Do you believe...' His voice sounded much like anyone else's, whispering. 'In redemption?' 'I don't fucking care.' 'You're young. Give it time.

The Northman chuckled. 'Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are the dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.

The world is bound to look a darker place as you slide into the grave.

The dead save me from the fucking young.' 'No getting away from 'em, sadly,' muttered Clover. 'The older you get, the more of 'em there are.

People love to see death. It reminds them that however mean, however low, however horrible their lives become . . . at least they have one.' Glokta

I don't intend to rush at the grave, believe me." "Few do. The grave swallows us all regardless.

Strange thing, that–the fewer years you have to lose the more you fear the losing of 'em. Maybe a man just gets a stock of courage when he's born, and wears it down with each scrape he gets into.

You can be as great a man as you please while you're alive. Makes not a straw of difference once you go back to the mud. And

CATTLE DIE, KINDRED DIE, EVERY MAN IS MORTAL: BUT I KNOW ONE THING THAT NEVER DIES, THE GLORY OF THE GREAT DEED. FROM HÁVAMÁL, THE SPEECH OF THE HIGH ONE

We are all dead men, brother, in due course. It is how we get there that counts.

Rulf laid a single arrow beside the body, and Koll reckoned he was struggling to keep back tears. 'From nothing, to nothing,' he croaked out. Father Yarvi laid his withered hand on the old helmsman's arm. 'But what a journey in between.

Still alive," he muttered to himself.

The Great Leveller," Dogman whispered to himself, since he was in a thoughtful frame of mind. That's what the hillmen call him. Death, that is. He levels all differences. Named Men and nobodies, south or north. He catches everyone in the end, and he treats each man the same.

Perhaps that was all courage really was. Being so convinced of one's own importance one came to believe death was something only other people need worry about.

Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.

Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.

In the few moments I lay awake after finally lying down, the thought came to me that the next time I closed my eyes could well be the last. And partly because of the drug hangover, mostly because of the past day's horrors, I found that I really didn't give a shit.

The price of being alive is that someday you aren't.