Quotes About Mortality

The road to Hades is easy to travel; at any rate men pass away with their eyes shut.

What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant...

A human being sheds its leaves like a tree. Sickness prunes it down; and it no longer offers the same silhouette to the eyes which loved it, to the people to whom it afforded shade and comfort.

"If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture--that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves." E.Abbey

Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.

We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common - they're both going in the ground soon!

Ah! the year is slowly dying, And the wind in tree-top sighing, Chant his requiem. Thick and fast the leaves are falling, High in air wild birds are calling, Nature's solemn hymn.

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

I shall be like that tree-I shall die at the top.

We are all on the same tree on big and large, different levels and how far you go above as more you have to see, one wrong move you fall..., most cases you face the dead.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

When I say I trust Jesus, that is what I mean: I trust that the way of life leads through perishability, not around it.

Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you're dead

Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns the water, or but writes in dust.

For my boyhood's friend hath fallen, the pillar of my trust, The true, the wise, the beautiful, is sleeping in the dust.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

To have arrived at the truth means that one no longer fears death. For death and truth are similar in that they both require a great courage if one wishes to face them.

The truth is I'm getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don't feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

The truth can be glimpsed only through the eyes of death.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.