Quotes About Mortality

breath—the last thing

What is the saddest day of the year? Labor Day or December 26th? One is given only a certain number of Christmases in one's life.

only someone had been there to remind him that his life, someday, would be over and he should pay attention and enjoy while he could.

How did she do it? "She comes clumping along with that sad, suffering face drawn with pain from her varicose veins and God knows what-all," one old-timer said. "You rush to help her to your seat. She thanks you kindly. The next thing you know you're dead.

Why so profane, ask the bookclubbers? Because we are talking here about death, and fuck you if you don't like it: You're going to die, too. This is serious. Fuck fuck fuck.

It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up -- that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

Is war perhaps nothing else but a need to face death, to conquer and master it, to come out of it alive -- a peculiar form of denial of our mortality?

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body. Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment

It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on Earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had.

It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time, we never see it.

It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth - and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.

For those who seek to understand it, death is a highly creative force. The highest spiritual values of life can originate from the thought and study of death.

But of course Anton turned out to be brave and strong, and so he died while he was still unlikable.

Death is part of this life and not of the next.

contemporary states make live, let die, and kill

For loss is our common denominator. None of us will escape it. None of us will outrun death. What do we do in the space between that is our lives? What is the quality and richness of our lives? How do we move through struggle and let community hold us when we have been laid low? This

Now I know for sure the soul is an evanescent thing and the body is its temporary container, because I saw it. I saw the body with the soul in it, I saw the body with the soul leaving, and I saw the body with the soul gone.

For tis not in mere death that men die most.

Life, struck sharp on death,Makes awful lightning.

When there is no longer any growth in me, I desire to die — for one. And at present I by no means desire to die.

Death is my speciality, and you have my professional assurances that it's not in any way permanent.

It should be harder to kill someone. The ease of unblades made their purpose somehow more terrible.

Night was all around her, but a denser patch flowed forward, stepping over the dying boy to pause beyond the reach of her blade.