Quotes About Mortality

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.

There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.

The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

Dad used to say, "Death is a part of it all." I say it's the ugly part. But it's why I'm here, why Eiger climbers come. We come because they died, and by dying they created this legend, and we want to be a part of the legend, without dying.

Tomorrow is soon enough to contemplate the multitude of your sins." He

our life is short, we don't live twice; the whirlwind will pick up the leaves and spin them, but then it will drop them and they will form a pile.

When you think about it, the end of the world is a little bit like death: We all know it's going to come eventually, and as we get older, we feel we see the signs more and more distinctly.

We are all dying of life.

In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.

sus probabilidades de morir joven eran muy superiores a sus probabilidades de enamorarse, pero curiosamente estaba a gusto con esa situación.

Mientras su nieto le cogía la mano, el juez pensó en lo firme que era el apretón de un niño. «Cómo se aferran a la vida —pensó—, no como los adultos.»

It is, he thought, the greatest luxury of our existence, no matter how miserable, that we don't know our allotted span of days.

If you see one dead body, it's awful and compelling and hard to tear one's eyes away. If you see a hundred they start to mean nothing.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

My spirit is too weak—mortalityWeighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,And each imagin'd pinnacle and steepOf godlike hardship, tells me I must dieLike a sick Eagle looking at the sky.

When I have fears that I may cease to beBefore my pen has glean'd my teeming brain.

This living hand, now warm and capableOf earnest grasping, would, if it were coldAnd in the icy silence of the tomb,So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nightsThat thou would wish thine own heart dry of bloodSo in my veins red life might stream again,And thou be conscience-calm'd—see here it is—I hold it towards you.

tiris the bittersweet awareness that all things must end.

and even had sex once or twice. Death and sex—close companions.

Remember Edouardo? Remember what happened to him when he tried to—" "Edouardo. Edouardo was a fool." "Yes, but the way he died …" "It does not matter, how you die." "But those cuts. What could have done it?" "It does not matter," the other man insisted. He nodded to the