Quotes About Mortality

How many minutes will still die in the swamp of your illusion of being human?

Who prays at help in the Illusion of his Life does not understand that his only aid is death

You will never find the life for which you are looking. When the gods created man they allotted to him death, but life they retained in their own keeping. As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the lot of man.

Upon retiring, sleep as if you had entered your last sleep.

Life is a long agonized illness only curable by death.

Life is a long agonised illness only curable by death

The Person is a bubble on Time's sea.

Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.

Do not believe yourself healthy. Immortality is health; this life is a long sickness.

They, then, who are destined to die, need not be careful to inquire what death they are to die, but into what place death will usher them.

Of this at least I am certain, that no one has ever died who was not destined to die some time.

But it is ridiculous to condemn the faults of beasts and trees, and other such mortal and mutable things as are void of intelligence, sensation, or life, even though these faults should destroy their corruptible nature; for these creatures received, at their Creator's will, an existence fitting them, by passing away and giving place to others, to secure that lowest form of beauty, the beauty of seasons, which in its own place is a requisite part of this world.

This is the fruit of my confessions of what I am, not of what I have been, to confess this, not before Thee only, in a secret exultation with trembling, and a secret sorrow with hope; but in the ears also of the believing sons of men, sharers of my joy, and partners in my mortality, my fellow-citizens, and fellow-pilgrims, who are gone before, or are to follow on, companions of my way.

And yet there succeeded, not indeed other griefs, yet the causes of other griefs. For whence had that former grief so easily reached my very inmost soul, but that I had poured out my soul upon the dust, in loving one that must die, as if he would never die?

Now the end of life puts the longest life on a par with the shortest. For of two things which have alike ceased to be, the one is not better, the other worse—the one greater, the other less.

For, as far as this life of mortals is concerned, which is spent and ended in a few days, what does it matter under whose government a dying man lives, if they who govern do not force him to impiety and iniquity?

And therefore perchance I feared to die, lest he whom I had much loved should die wholly.

There is no spot on earth that is free from loss. On this street, or in this room, someone lay down or was put down and was no more. Someone held someone else for the last time here. Rivers and lakes and oceans are full of people who vanished beneath the surface and were never seen again. Wherever you are standing, wherever you call home, someone left the earth there. Everyone we love dies and disappears.

Of what import are brief, nameless lives . . . to Galactus?

We hang between two seemingly irreconcilable facts / the capacity to Sing and the inevitability of Death.

What a pity that the only way to heaven is in a hearse.

Oh, to be old again," said the young corpse.

The first condition of immortality is death.

Value your words. Each one may be the last.