Quotes About Mortality

My gold, my money couldn't stop cancer from appearing on my body. If they can't save me, then I don't need them.

Not a day has gone by in my life when I haven't thought about death.

I'm not gonna make 65. Let's just face facts, guys.

We all gonna die eventually from something or other, but don't be a wimp. Put up a good fight.

We all have to go one day. So I just want God to bless me with good health.

All will be forgotten, everything you perceived, thought, dreamed, hoped, remembered . . . all the past all the crawling fucking coughing chestpounding nose-picking and deathward attempts to make real some desperate desire, like standing upright for a minute in the sun. The sun that will die.

Ressurection of the little apple tree outside my window, leaf- light of late in the April called her eyes, forget forget— but how How does one go about dying? Who on earth is going to teach me— The world is filled with people who have never died

Multiplying my age by 2 in my head/I'm a grandfather. Or Dead.

Every hour is another syllable in your epitaph.

The hair beneath was baby blond, the face under the grime so young; too young... yet old enough to die in war.

One life on this earth is all we get, whether it is enough or not enough, and the obvious conclusion would seem to be at the very least we are fools if we do not live it as fully and bravely and beautifully as we can.

life without death has become as unthinkable to me as day without night or waking without sleep.

She stands — she sits — she staggers — she falls — she groans — she dies — and there are none of her children or grandchildren present, to wipe from her wrinkled brow the cold sweat of death, or to place beneath the sod her fallen remains.

But meanwhile my store-bought arteries were slowly hardening, and every day six thousand cells were dying in my irreplaceable brain; and meanwhile stars slowed in their flight and the universe dragged itself toward its ultimate entropic death, and meanwhile - Meanwhile everything, if you stopped to think of it, was skidding downhill. And I never gave any of it a thought.

The older you get, the less afraid of ghosts you are - whether you believe in them or not. By the time you pass the fifty mark you've known so many people who are now dead that ghosts, if there are any, aren't all strangers. Some of your best friends are ghosts; why should you be afraid of them? And it's not too many years before you'll all be on the other side of the fence yourself.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

It is beautiful to unfold our souls And our short lives

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

One has to take a somewhat bold and dangerous line with this existence: especially as, whatever happens, we are bound to lose it.

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

The best of all things is something entirely outside your grasp: not to be born, not to be, to be nothing. But the second best thing for you is to die soon.

In his heart every man knows quite well that, being unique, he will be in the world only once and that no imaginable chance will for a second time gather together into a unity so strangely variegated an assortment as he is: he knows it but hides it like a bad conscience.

The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity; and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.