Quotes About Mortality

Poetically dwells man upon this earth.

The day we see the truth and cease to speak is the day we begin to die

It isn't about being or not being dead. It's about what you leave behind.

I've been ready to die since before you was Born!

I went downstairs and carried the dog upstair in my arms. It's laboured breathing and glazing eye showed that it was not far from its end. Indeed, its snow-white muzzle proclaimed that it had already exceeded the usual term of canine existence. I placed it upon a cushion on the rug.

Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.

Happily I didn't see her after she'd died, except for her legs, which were visible from the doorway and looked like slender tree limbs wrapped in wrinkled silk.

But then I get to thinking of our mortality and human weakness, remembering there has never been power with purity—anywhere. If you want to be pure, you must stand alone. If you seek to do positive things, achieve something, leave the world a mite better than you found it, then you must choose power and throw some of your purity away. There's no other choice.

Hitherto man had to live with the idea of death as an individual; from now onward mankind will have to live with the idea of its death as a species.

Die in silence.

After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.

Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

Eddie Carbone had never expected to have a destiny. A man works, raises his family, goes bowling, eats, gets old, and then he dies. Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.

It was in my twenties that I felt old, that was when time was an abrasive wheel grinding me down. But it was not so much death I feared as insignificance.

Ah, it's a dog's life. I only wish during the war they'd a took me in the army. I coulda been dead by now.

We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.

The shortness of life, so often lamented, may be the best thing about it.

A man finds himself, to his great astonishment, suddenly existing, after thousands and thousands of years of non-existence: he lives for a little while; and then, again, comes an equally long period when he must exist no more. The heart rebels against this, and feels that it cannot be true.

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.

Life is short and truth works far and lives long: let us speak the truth.

Animals hear about death for the first time when they die.

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Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death. The higher the interest rate and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed

Animalul nu cunoaste moartea decit in momentul ultimei expiratii, pe cind omul se apropie de momentul fatal constient fiind de pasii care-l apropie neincetat de abisul insondabil.