Quotes About Mortality

he had more days behind him than ahead.

We see our own mortality only through the prism of the mortality of others.

Some revelations came only with the sound of dirt falling on a coffin; the ones that mattered, the ones that made for regrets.

Behold not Death's Heads til thou doest not see them, nor look upon mortifying objects til thou overlook'st them.

Mortality shadowed him like a falcon mantling its wings over dying prey.

We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

Life is short and the number of books is appalling.

There are only two mortal sins in the world; one of these is to be cruel and the other is to possess , and they are both destructive of happiness.

Life seemed entirely composed of weeping faces, old men sneaking up bedroom-stairs, tombstones with spittle trickling down, and black-edged calling-cards. He felt as if the First Cause of the Universe were a small, malignant grub, radiating a deadly blight in withering, centrifugal air-waves!

I know that things can't stay the same, that change is the whole of the law: but that not just the human world but the earth and the weather and life itself could be different at the end of a single lifetime from how it was at the beginning . . . you feel that the world, the earth, can die along with you. Can it? How can I believe that all around me is ruination unless I believe it was once as it should be, and I was alive then to see it? And how am I to know that this is so?

there is something unforgettably compelling about having actually been there, alone, at two in the morning, gloved, masked, and robed like a latex-covered priest, receiving into my hands a blue, bloody, and lifeless baby and having to decide.

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree,Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us,If lecherous goats, if serpents enviousCannot be damn'd; alas; why should I be?

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee.

Sweetest love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since that IMust die at last, 'tis best,To use my self in jestThus by feign'd deaths to die.

All mankind is of one Author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

When my mouth shall be filled with dust, and the worm shall feed, and feed sweetly upon me, when the ambitious man shall have no satisfaction if the poorest alive tread upon him, nor the poorest receive any contentment in being made equal to princes, for they shall be equal but in dust.

Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

What if this present were the world's last night?

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

But think that weAre but turn'd aside to sleep.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

No man is an Island, entire of itself every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls It tolls for thee.

Perchance, he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him...