Quotes About Mortality

I groan much but to what end? Humans simply Cannot be ageless like divinities.

but a kind of yearning has hold of me—to die and to look upon the dewy lotus banks of Acheron

When you lie dead no one will remember or long for you later. You do not share the roses of Pieria. Unseen here and in the house of Hades, flown away, you will flitter among dim corpses.

Death is bad. The gods must have thought so, for it if were a good thing, they then, too, would die.

A chap's impending death has a way of focusing the mind.

The dusty tombs of long-dead exorcist priests lay in the alcoves below, surmounted by stone effigies, the features eroded by the passing of time and the reverent caresses of their grateful parishioners, a reminder, she knew all too well, of the brevity of life.

I wanted to matter. For my life to matter. So many people die and no one knows they ever existed. They're ripples in a stream, disappearing when the wind blows.

Are you well?" Ven asked the headmistress. "Old age," she replied. "Nothing that a bit of death won't cure.

Dry your tears, Queenie. Only one thing world cares less about than a black man's tears, that a black woman's. You be dead soon anyway. You not half as tough as you think you are.

Artists often think they are going to die before their time. They seem to possess a heightened sense of the passing of the hours.

Killing time is not murder, it is suicide.

I don't spend a lot of time thinking about dying, but I like to think that I've - if it did occur - that I would die peacefully and not make too much of a fuss about it.

Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.

the reason God made February short a few days was because he knew that by the time people came to the end of it they would die if they had to stand one more blasted day.

I'm being made aware of my mortality all the time.

We're only immortal for a limited time.

Now death is with us in such abundance and hovers over us in so massive a form that we don't have time to invent a mythology, nor is our creativity directed toward same. Now it's to prevent death.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.

Man can have only a certain number of teeth, hair and ideas; there comes a time when he necessarily loses his teeth, hair and ideas.

Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust.

It took me a long, long time to learn what I now know, and I don't want that to die with me.

While I was travelling and I kind of had the classic realisation - that I guess most teenagers have at some point - that time's gonna run out and that's not in my power to change that.

This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.