Quotes About Mortality

You wonder about that sometimes, you wonder what happens when you die in your sleep. Do you carry on dreaming, does the moment of death expand to fill the void so that the dream goes on forever, or does it just fade to black? And if it goes on forever, does it matter whether the dream was a pleasant one or a nightmare? Would one be heaven and the other hell?

remember that what will die in a year's time is not our essential being but our ability to interact physically with those we love and cherish. You

The body takes about seven years to replace all its cells. As we age original factory parts get harder to come by. We accept seconds and rebuilds. Some are even transplanted with recycled parts. We get less miles to the gallon, and eventually, after several towings, we must abandon the body by the side of the road. From there we must go the rest of the way alone with just our heart for guidance.

Because we never know whether our next breath may be our last, being prepared for the immediate unknown becomes as practical as applying for a passport while still uncertain of our destination or time of departure.

Preparing for death is one of the most profoundly healing acts of a lifetime. For

I am about to go the way of all the earth. So be strong and show yourself a man.

The Master gives himself up to whatever the moment brings. He knows that he is going to die, and he has nothing left to hold on to: no illusions in his mind, no resistances in his body. He doesn't think about his actions; they flow from the core of his being. He holds nothing back from life; therefore he is ready for death, as a man is ready for sleep after a good day's work.

One man asked another on the death of a mutual friend, "How much did he leave?" His friend responded, "He left it all.

The futility of bad-mouthing, bad-thinking, put-downs, and accusation becomes very evident when they think in terms of only having a short time to live. Principles and values become more evident to everybody

Al morir un amigo común, un hombre le preguntó a otro: «¿Cuánto dejó?». La respuesta fue: «¡Lo dejó todo!».

These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives: for all the scents of green things growing, each breath is but an exhalation of the grave. Bodies jerk like puppet corpses, and hell walks laughing— Laughing

All paths lead to death, she said when she found her voice. This the Worm merely hastens.

We are mortal, and the visage of failure is heinous to us. But we are not required to succeed. It is required of us only that we hold fast in every gale and let come what may.

thus, in a sense, we are all doomed. even if we stay away from black holes

Dreams always end before you kill the last person.

We have truth in order not to die of art.

time was indeed the best teacher. Trouble was, eventually it killed all of its students.

None of us should judge anyone, only ourselves. Life is not infinite. A set time defines us all—then, just as the bones in the ossuary showed, to dust we return.

War doesn't determine who's right, only who's left. And that had not been him.

War doesn't determine who's right, only who's left.

Pretending you aren't going to die is detrimental to your enjoyment of life. It is detrimental in the same way that it would be detrimental for a basketball player to pretend there was no end to the game he was playing. That player would reduce his intensity, adopt a lazy playing style, and, of course, end up not having any fun at all. Without an end, there is no game. Without being conscious of death, you can't be fully aware of the gift of life.

Without an end, there is no game. Without being conscious of death, you can't be fully aware of the gift of life.

Without being conscious of death, you can't be fully aware of the gift of life.

The issues of what a self is, how long it will last, what will happen when our bodies decay and consciousness flickers off, are all based not on what we actually see but on what we imagine.