Quotes About Mortality

Deer get to live in the wild, and then they die fairly quickly from a well-placed shot to the vitals. For a deer, the most likely alternatives are a slower and more painful death by a nonhuman predator (i.e., getting torn apart by a coyote), starvation, or disease. Being killed by a skilled human hunter may well be the least painful way for a deer to die.

The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.

For in the final analysis, our most basic common link, is that we all inhabit this small planet, we all breathe the same air, we all cherish our children's futures, and we are all mortal.

YaÅŸamak yeterince zor, ölmekse büyük iÅŸti.

all of us were here for a little while, and then we were somewhere else; we were not alive at all; we approached living, but we never achieved it. We are going to die. Everybody was going to die.

Living was hard enough. Dying was a supreme task.

So what's the use of repentence, and what do you care for goodness, and what if you should die in a quake, so who the hell cares? So I walked downtown, so these were the high buildings, so let the earthquake come, let it bury me and my sins, so who the hell cares? No good to God or man, die one way or another, a quake or a hanging, it didn't matter why or when or how.

But he's dying". "Who isn't?

Il mondo non era che un mito, un aereo trasparente, su cui tutto era in transito; anche noi […], eravamo qui solo di passaggio per finire poi chissà dove. Non eravamo vivi, noi, ci limitavamo a sfiorare la vita senza mai afferrarla.

Ama o ölüyor." "Kim ölmüyor ki?

I had thought of many things since knowing her, but never her death. For all her years, she nourished a love in me. Now it was gone. Now that she was dead I could think of her no longer. I had sobbed and whimpered and wept until it was all gone, all of it, and as always I found myself alone in the world.

So what's the use of repentance, and what do you care for goodness, and what if you should die in a quake, so who the hell cares? So I walked downtown, so these were the high buildings, so let the earthquake come, let it bury me and my sins, so who the hell cares? No good to God or man, die one way or another, a quake or a hanging, it didn't matter why or when or how.

Some 2,500 of Washington's Continentals perished that winter, roughly one in five of those who had entered Valley Forge just before Christmas. (In contrast, one in thirty American soldiers died in combat in the Battle of the Bulge, one of the nation's costliest engagements in World War II.)

young desire it, the middle aged are not averse, the old alone are opposed to it [and they soon] will die.

He'd just have to lie there and die, watched over by strange stars who didn't know him, didn't care for him. It was very sad, really.

The Doomed Spaceman ... Weightless, helpless, I'm locked on a track I can't reverse; For once glimpse of home, I would give back the universe. Constellation by constellation, I journey through. My destination Nowhere but death. Ted Walker

Epitaphs for some Space Beasts ... He died because he split his skin. He should have opened first the tin! The sharp-toothed CATTYBAT lies here. It bit a thousand legs each year. One night while dreaming in its bed It bit itself and woke up dead! ... Wes Magee

I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that's the lot. There's no mercy in things. There's not even a Great Beyond. There's nothing.

There are but a few that look on themselves as concerned at all, just like a company of simple sheep in a fat pasture. The butcher comes and fetches one today, another tomorrow. The rest feed on and take no notice of what is become of their lost companions. 'Tis as if a company of condemned persons (reprieved for a time) should be appointed to be executed one after another...

How interesting it is that men seldom find the true value of life until they are faced with death.

Mortals cannot win war with what is eternal.

Man may escape from rope and gun;Nay, some have outliv'd the doctor's pill:Who takes a woman must be undone,That basilisk is sure to kill.The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets,So he that tastes woman, woman, woman,He that tastes woman, ruin meets.

Some days load themselves with questions whose answers have died, and maybe never mattered hugely