Quotes About Mortality

Ah! Tanr?lar, kendi hikayesini yazabilen ölümlüleri e?itleri gibi severler.

Oysa ben hikayesini ilk kez anlat?rken dikkate al?nmayan insanlar?n aniden ölebilece?inden korkar?m.

Çünkü burada insanlar bir yanl??l?k gibi ölüveriyor. Sen bir yanl??l?k olamayacak kadar güzelsin

Biz ölünce-siz susuyorsunuz ya,biz ondan ölüyoruz i?te-ölünce biz,kar??s?nda durup susaca??n?z kimse olmayacak.Silahlar?n?zla yaln?z ba??n?za kalacaks?n?z. Ho?ça kal?n.

I guess I had, too, this melancholy, and somehow Buddy Holly dying at least gave me a tangible reason for this feeling. Maybe it's just all the sadness I see in the people around me, just below the surface I mean, and the fact that there's nothing I can do about it. Life is like that sometimes.

Mind you do your dying right! Most of us only get one chance at it.

pereunt et imputantur mors ianua vitae

Realize that the plumpest berries are over the graves.

While from a proud tower in the townDeath looks gigantically down.

Out of me unworthy and unknownThe vibrations of deathless music.

Henry got me with child, Knowing that I could not bring forth life Without losing my own. In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust.

And then I knew I was one of Life's fools, Whom only death would treat as the equal Of other men

Reckless of my mortality, Strengthen me to behold a face, To know the spirit of a beloved one Yet to endure, yet to dare!

I do not believe that I am made of the stuff which constitutes heroes, because, in all of the hundreds of instances that my voluntary acts have placed me face to face with death, I cannot recall a single one where any alternative step to that I took occurred to me until many hours later.

What counted was how you behaved while death let you live, and how you met death when life released you.

We foolish mortals sometimes live through years not realizing how short life is, and that TODAY is your life.

You have started, whether you recognize that fact or not. We foolish mortals sometimes live through years of not realizing how short life is, and that TODAY is our life. The day comes when we die.

The ever-whirling wheelOf Change; the which all mortal things doth sway.

For deeds do die, however nobly done,And thoughts of men do as themselves decay,But wise words taught in numbers for to run,Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.

Death slew not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.

What can death do to you at ninety that life hasn't done to you already!

Death devours all lovely things;Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness—presentlyEvery bed is narrow.

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife The years from off your life, my friend! The years that death takes off my life, He'll take from off the other end!

We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre.