Quotes About Mortality

You see, we are all dying. It's only a matter of time.

Working with the dying is like facing a polished and fierce mirror of your own reality.

words of the great Buddhist master Padmasambhava: "Those who believe they have plenty of time get ready only at the time of death. Then they are ravaged by regret. But isn't it far too late?" What more chilling commentary on the modern world could there be than that most people die unprepared for death, as they have lived, unprepared for life?

Fear of death and ignorance of the afterlife are fueling that destruction of our environment that is threatening all of our lives. So isn't it all the more disturbing that people are not taught what death is, or how to die?

will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

human realm, where you will experience the suffering of birth, old age, sickness, and death

Have you so integrated it with your every thought, breath, and movement that your life has been transformed? Ask yourself these two questions: Do I remember at every moment that I am dying, and everyone and everything else is, and so treat all beings at all times with compassion?

Pour commencer à luy oster son plus grand avantage contre nous, prenons voye toute contraire à la commune. Ostons luy l'estrangeté, pratiquons-la, accoustumons-la, n'ayant rien si souvent en la teste que la mort…

Death is a natural part of life, which we will all surely have to face sooner or later. To my mind, there are two ways we can deal with it while we are alive. We can either choose to ignore it or we can confront the prospect of our own death and, by thinking clearly about it, try to minimize the suffering that it can bring.

I ask myself often: "Why is it that everything changes?" And only one answer comes back to me: That is how life is. Nothing, nothing at all, has any lasting character. The Buddha said: This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

Milarepa sang: When you are strong and healthy, You never think of sickness coming, But it descends with sudden force Like a stroke of lightning. When involved in worldly things, You never think of death's approach; Quick it comes like thunder Crashing round your head.

There is only one law in the universe that never changes—that all things change, and that all things are impermanent.

Birth and death is the pulse of Buddha life.

you, man, will you remember me when i die? will you stare and stain my death and say i saw her dancen among swallows far from the world's obscenities? you, man, will you remember and cry?

We all gotta salute death one time or 'nother girl. Death be waitin' outdoors trying to get inside.

Don't cling to fame. You're just borrowing it. It's like money. You're going to die, and somebody else is going to get it.

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of a cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

A life, at its end, is a pile of cloth and paper, and goods that can be bagged and labelled. None of the best things - the voice and the laugh, the tilt of the head, the things seen and felt and spoken -are allowed to stay behind.

People mind so much less when old people die, which is dreadfully unfair! "He had a good innings," they say, as if that makes it tolerable, whereas when a child dies everyone knows it's the worst kind of tragedy. I believe every death is a tragedy!

Didn't she know yet? People you loved, the ones you cared about the most, they all died eventually. No one was spared. When you lost them, everything you had, all of your heart, was lost, too. It crippled you. Left you an empty shell, functioning on instinct alone. "You're horrible," she whispered, so softly that

The worst evil of all is to leave the ranks of the living before one dies.

Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to

Let every man in mankind's frailtyConsider his last day; and let nonePresume on his good fortune until he findLife, at his death, a memory without pain.