Quotes About Mortality

Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.

I would love to compose something for dance before I kick the bucket, and I'm not closed-minded about the dance, or the dance company.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

Wherever you are afraid, try to explore, and you will find death hiding somewhere behind. All fear is of death. Death is the only fear source.

For some reason focusing on destruction and mortality is more poetically exciting to me than hope and love.

The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss. Love and death are not different things, they are the front and back of the same thing.

Rem: The way to kill a shinigami is to make them fall in love with a human. Misa: What a wonderful way to kill.

He wondered if he might be in love, but realized it was far more likely he was dying.

Heaven can wait, but I cannot. I cannot take for granted that time is on my side.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

Dogs have fleas; people have each other. We are born to die. Life is a continuing tragic comedy. Everything and everyone we love suffers. Anybody who doesn't see that has not grown up and known life.

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.

Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consolation for death.

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.

Even death is a power, a capacity. It is not a simple event that will happen to me, an objective and observable fact; here my power to be will cease, here I will no longer be able to be here. But death, insofar as it belongs to me and belongs to me alone, since no one can die my death in my stead or in my place, makes of this non-possibility, this impending future of mine, this relation to myself always open until my end, yet another power. Dying, I can still die, this is our sign as man.

Is not our entire life a waiting-room where we fidget about until the arrival of the train which takes us to the Great Beyond?

Every man believes to some extent that the world began when he was born and, at the moment of leaving it, suffers at having to let the Universe remain unfinished.

Chaque homme, parce qu'il croit un peu que le monde est né en même temps que lui, souffre, au moment de quitter la vie, de laisser l'univers inachevé.

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal." John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Thirty-Fifth President of the United States of America, former senator and representative from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Section 45, Grid U-35, Arlington National Cemetery.

Our basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal. - John Fitzgerald Kennedy

most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal." John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Thirty-Fifth President of the United States of America, former senator and representative from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Section 45, Grid U-35, Arlington National Cemetery.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal." John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Thirty-Fifth President of the United States of America, former senator and representative from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

Not for an instant did he flinch from the mere fact of dying to-day…To die 'untimely,' as men called it, was the timeliest of deaths for one who had carved his youth to greatness. What perfection could he, Dorset, achieve beyond what was already his? Future years could but stale, if not actually mar, that perfection. Yes, it was lucky to perish leaving much to the imagination of posterity. Dear posterity was of a sentimental, not a realistic, habit.