Quotes About Mortality

When all is said and done, what is clear is that all lives end before their time.

The lives of great men cannot be writ with any tolerable degree of elegance or exactness within a short time after their decease.

In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?

One day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty face from day to day.

When Jonathan Winters died, it was like, 'Oh, man!' I knew he was frail, but I always thought he was going to last longer. I knew him as being really funny, but at the same time, he had a dark side.

We only get one life. Wasting someone's time is the subtlest form of murder.

I've grown up defined by this desperate, undeniable, 'can't breathe' kind of space inside of myself and I'm afraid that the diagnosis is fatal.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its students."]

It's quite simple. Death isn't what we think it is. It isn't life which ends but time which stops.

Death is a part of Life, they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the Endless Consciousness

How obvious can it be? ... The purpose of makeup is to defy the degradations of time, and time is just a synonym for death.

A los mortales os hace falta compañía porque tenéis tristeza, deseos y un tiempo limitado de vida.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its stud

The part of life we really live is small.' For all the rest of existence is not life, but merely time.

A thousand years ago five minutes wereEqual to forty ounces of fine sand.Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime andInfinite aftertime: above your headThey close like giant wings, and you are dead.

Before she continued her search she sat in his revolving desk chair, and wept for the passing of time, and the necessary death of the well-loved, wise old man.

What's fame, after all? It can be what someone writes on your tombstone.

The clock sweats out each minuteof what meat is left to us.

Time: her heart wretched. What a useless thing, her mind growled. Only humans would be so arrogant and so stupid as to count down their own deaths.

I wonder if this is how it feels to grow old. Knowing that time is still passing but you're no longer a part of it.

You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.

Men were foolish and were made only so that they should die, while mountains and rivers went on for ever and did not notice the passing of time.

The healthy should be reminded that we are all dying because it is through our own reminder of mortality that we accelerate our good intentions, into actions people can see.