Quotes About Mortality

Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.

Life wears us down. We all die here. Depending upon the way you expose yourself to energies and powers and forces will determine whether you have a lot of energy or you lose energy.

Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

This life soon be over, I say. Heaven last all ways.

I realized that being present for loved ones who are dying or aging is one of the greatest honors and gifts in my life. We are quite small in the big scheme of things.

Death is terrifying, but it would be even more terrifying to find out that you are going to live forever and never die.

You own a dog with the knowledge that it will move through the stages of existence in fast forward, providing you with a lesson about your own life passages if you let it.

Why, Robert Singh often wondered, did we give our hearts to friends whose life spans are so much shorter than our own?

Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies.

Life was given to me as a favor, so I may abandon it when it is one no longer.

Let us all so live as we shall wish we had lived when we come to die; for that only is well, that ends well.

An awareness of one's mortality can lead you to wake up and live an authentic, meaningful life.

In the midst of life we are in debt.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.

...death is ultimately a dimension of life through which we journey into timelessness.

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

You can't say life is useless because it ends in the grave.

I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.

We're all worm bait waiting to happen. It's what you do while you wait that matters.

We all owe life a death, an inevitable death which we can meet. But the unnecessary death that wastes life denies all consolation.

Ivan Ilych's life had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.

Is it possible to covet a much longer life for one's self and be as devoted to the well-being of the next generation? It's a long argument.

What is death all about? What is life all about?