Quotes About Mortality

Life is full of risks. Death is much simpler.

Every life is finite, Will.

The (atomic) soul is mortal, and the best life is the one with the least pain and the most pleasure.

Short as life is, some find it long enough to outlive their characters, their constitutions and their estates.

Life is nearly over with me. I have taken no pains about my style of writing.

Time fleeth on, Youth soon is gone, Naught earthly may abide; Life seemeth fast, But may not last-- It runs as runs the time.

Life is the ultimate adventure, and Death, the prize that awaits us all.

All ends are temporary and all life is born from death.

At every stage in life you think about death. But teenagers especially are sort of invincible. They're not supposed to be thinking about dying yet, or else they'd be too afraid to live.

That inverted Bowl we call The Sky,Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,Before we too into the Dust descend;Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!

"While you live,Drink!—for, once dead, you never shall return."

There was a young lady named Mae Who smoked without stopping all day; As pack followed pack, Her lungs first turned black, And eventually rotted away.

Writing becomes a form of protest against the incontestable ravages of time. The poet takes revenge on mortality, defeating cruelty and saving what she can by thinking the unthinkable and presiding over her own creation. The joy of writing stands against the bitter knowledge of just how much of the world cannot be controlled outside the work of art. This is the art of poetry trying to kill time. "Probably

Writing fixes the evanescence of sound and holds it against death.

He knew he was going to die but he thought this little thing might provide him with a nothing stool way off in the corner of heaven reserved for fools, people too stupid to come out of the rain. People got to that corner by heaven's back door.

A few women had cried, remembering the way Henry smiled or how he would join them in singing or thinking that the death ofanyone, good or bad, master or not, cut down one more tree in the life forest that shielded them from their own death; but most said or did nothing.

It seems people spend the majority of their lives believing they're dying, with the only consolation being that at one point they get to be right.

In my rather brief medical practice,' said David modestly, 'I found that people spend their whole lives imagining they are about to die. Their only consolation is that one day they're right.

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been...

How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over.

Man maketh a death which Nature never made.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Like our shadows,Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.