Quotes About Mortality

Stretched out in front of me was my time as an adult, and then a skeleton, and then nothing except perhaps a few books on a few shelves.

I may not have all the time I thought I had.

Death lies dormant in each of us and will bloom in time.

I don't have to kill myself, time is going to do that.

If I die before I say 'I love you' it's because I didn't have the time.

You're going to die. That's going to happen. What matters is what you do with your time before you get flushed out.

The lights went out in his eyes for absolutely the very last time ever.

No! no arresting the vast wheel of time, That round and round still turns with onward might, Stern, dragging thousands to the dreaded night Of an unknown hereafter.

One thing Mom taught me, "You're going to be dead a long time, so do it now!"

Everything to do with time is hideous.

Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:—this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.

When I cannot stand alone, it will be time to die.

I havent really thought about where to scatter my ashes when the time comes, but I doubt that it would be in space.

Everybody's human. You are only on this planet for a little bit of time.

Somebody'll be me, tomorrow or whenever. I've been doing this awhile. My time's limited. I've been doing this awhile.

Believe me, those great death bed speeches are written ahead of time.

It's unknown the place and uncertain the time where death awaits you; thus you must expect death to find you, every time, at every place.

Nemo tam divos habuit faventes, Crastinum ut possit sibi polliceri. Nobody has ever found the gods so much his friends that he can promise himself another day.

Any man who has seen the face of death knows better than to seek him out a second time.

I went to get a detective story. You have to kill time. But time will kill me too - and there´s the true, preestablished balance.

Every time a man dies, a child dies too, and an adolescent and a young man as well; everyone weeps for the one who was dear to him.

All the tragedies which we can imagine return in the end to the one and only tragedy: the passage of time.

As a kid, death seemed boring to me. As an adult, I think that it seems more like a waste of everything. Somebody once said every time a professor dies, a library burns.

We're born eventually to die, of course. But what happens between the time we're born and we die? We're born to live. One is a realist if one hopes.