Quotes About Mortality

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust.

The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted- We shall not feel it again. We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.

This my personal death?— That my lungs be failing To inhale the breath Others are exhaling?

For men that are afraid to die Must warm their hands before a lie; The fire that's built of What is Known Will chill the marrow in the bone.

Mine is a body that should die at sea! And have for a grave, instead of a grave Six feet deep and the length of me, All the water that is under the wave! And terrible fishes to seize my flesh, Such as a living man might fear, And eat me while I am firm and fresh, - Not wait till I've been dead for a year!

And as it went my tortured soul (...) That all about me swirled the dust. Deep in the earth I rested now, Cool is its hands upon the brow And soft its breast beneath the head Of one who is so gladly dead.

We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.

De mi cuerpo en descomposición crecerán flores, yo estaré en ellas, y eso es la eternidad

When life is cheap death is rich.

Life is a bitch, his dark companion said–and then you die. Not so cried Henry! Life is a glorious shining and splendid adventure, and then you die.

Me, I'm living under a sword too, as Jack may have told you. An old wino's disease, which could lay me in the grave most anytime. Not that I mind too much; I've done everything I ever wanted to do. But ... as you know, one would like to continue doing the good things over and over again, so long as there's pleasure in it.

No one know precisely how sentient is a pinyon pine, for example, or to what degree such woody organisms can feel pain or fear, and in any case the road builders had more important things to worry about, but this much is clearly established as scientific face: a living tree, once uprooted, takes many days to wholly die.

The plow of mortality drives through the stubble, turns over rocks and sod and weeds to cover the old, the worn-out, the husks, shells, empty seedpods and sapless roots, clearing the field for the next crop. A ruthless, brutal process—but clean and beautiful.

Serenity is for the gods—not becoming in a mortal. Better to be partisan and passionate on this earth; be plenty objective enough when dead.

If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture—that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves.

Immortality appears to be a principal of the larger world we inhabit. It means to have an aspect of our existence beyond the four dimensions enfolded in space-time. The soul is still evolving and beyond mortality but this does not imply that it is eternal. There are dimensions, as we

Decay is inherent in all component things! Work out your salvation with diligence.

Remember: it is not given to man to take his goods with him.No one goes away and then comes back.

The silver swan, who living had no note,When death approached unlocked her silent throat;Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:Farewell, all joys; O death, come close mine eyes;More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.

You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

He that is today a king tomorrow shall die.

Don't take your organs to heaven with you. Heaven knows we need them here.

Eat right, exercise regularly, die anyway.