Quotes About Mortality

Life is the spirit incarnate in time.

As far as our physical form, the mind is a great temple. But it has a life span and it dies.

Life is wasted in the necessary preparation of finding what is the true way, and we die just as we enter it.

The dead sleep in their moonless night; my business is with the living.

I just believe that life is more than rehearsing how to die...

Life can seem rather unreal at times. Alive and well and loving one day. No longer there the next.

But, however many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead, or rather not alive.

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.

And after a while...I mean how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that...well, some people have to die.

I've been running from, and toward, death all my life, more aware of it than a person should be.

Odd thing about death ... it reaffirms life.

But that is the object of long living, that man should cease to care about life.

I've got to the stage in life where all my friends are rich or dead

At any given time, if you live long enough, old age catches you . . . the only choices we have in life are either the impairment of old age or early death.

Anything that has to deal with our mortality is always going to be interesting to us. Life and death is always going to be something that draws our attention.

If a man knows not life which he hath seen, how shall he know death, which he hath not seen?

The whole of life is but keeping away the thoughts of death.

In life's last scene what prodigies surprise, Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise! From Marlborough's eyes the streams of dotage flow, And Swift expires a driveller and a show.

God Himself, sir, does not propose to judge a man until his life is over. Why should you and I?

The seeds of Death are sown in us when we begin to live, and grow up till, like rampant weeds, they choak the tender flower of life.

Each moment of life is a step toward death.

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored.

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and - even more surprising - it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.

Before old age I took care to live well; in old age I take care to die well; but to die well is to die willingly.