Quotes About Mortality

I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me.

she day-dreamed about dying.

Don't sweat the small stuff, it's all small stuff. If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time. Enjoy life—no one gets out of here alive. Don't worry, be happy.

Why do we need time travel? All the answers come down to one. To elude death.

Maybe. We're all equals at the dark gate, no? The sands run for us all. Life is but a flicker shouting into the jaws of eternity. But it seems so damned unfair!

None of us are going to get out of this alive so we might as well grab a laugh while we can.

righteousness is not a shield. The good die more quickly than the bad.

Why is it, he said faintly, that sooner or later, everybody we love dies?

Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never exist again.

Because there is no cosmic point to the life that each of us perceives on this distant bit of dust at galaxy's edge, all the more reason for us to maintain in proper balance what we have here. Because there is nothing else. Nothing. This is it. And quite enough, all in all.

In fact, life itself is a contradiction if only because birth is the direct cause, in every single case, of death

Is it not better for a man never to have been born? Certaintly not The response was brisk. Just to be able to study the sky is reason enough to be alive. Unfortunately, I can't see the sky. Then listen to music.

is not all philosophy but preparation for a serene dying?

Why is it so important to continue after death? We never question the demonstrable fact that before birth we did not exist, so why should we fear becoming once more what we were to begin with?

But like so many others nowadays, poor Julian wanted to believe that man's life is profoundly more significant than it is. His sickness was the sickness of our age. We want so much not to be extinguished at the end that we will go to any length to make conjuror-tricks for one another simply to obscure the bitter, secret knowledge that it is our fate not to be.

Stay Longer and you will hear the beginning of your death

It seemed to Scobie that life was immeasurably long. Couldn't the test of man have been carried out in fewer years? Couldn't we have committed our first major sin at seven, have ruined ourselves for love or hate at ten, have clutched at redemption on a fifteen-year-old deathbed?

Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory--or for ever.

I wouldn't like to be cremated', she said. 'You'd prefer worms?' 'Yes, I would.

He was filled with horror at the thought of what a child becomes, and what the dead must feel watching the change from innocence to guilt and powerless to stop it

I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.

We didn't want to be reminded of how little we counted, how quickly, simply, and anonymously death came. Even though my reason wanted the state of death, I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.

One forgets the dead quite quickly; one doesn't wonder about the dead-what is he doing now, who is he with?

Nothing in life was as ugly as death.