Quotes About Mortality

Dude, you don't want to be dead. Take it from me. No-pussy is bad. But dead is like no-pussy times ten.

Today, you're more likely to drown in a swimming pool than die a violent death. That's a luxury no one outside this generation has ever known.1

All things passed away. Even the earth itself, the sky and the river and the stars he loved, would, one day, come to the end of their existence. But it was not a thing to be feared; such was the bittersweet beauty of life. He

He knew what he'd see; one more slack face, one more pair of eyes that had barely learned to read, one more soul that had stared into itself too long.

Look at me, and what do you see? Do I not take the form of a man? Do I not feel as you do, suffer as you do, love as you do, mourn as you do? What is the essence of a man, if not these things?

I will give you childhood, so that you might know innocence. Age, so you will know the prize of youth. Children, so that you will care for the future. Toil, so that you will know the value of a day. The body's failings, so that you will know its worth. Death, so that you will cherish the bittersweet beauty of life.

It's children, he thought, that give us our lives; without them we are nothing, we are here and then gone, like the dust.

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my love away.

man sat in a concrete box long enough, thinking about his own death, and he boiled down to milky dust like water in a teapot forgotten on a stove;

Consider the species known as man. We lie, we cheat, we want what others have and take it; we make war upon each other and the earth; we harvest lives in multitudes. We have mortgaged the planet and spent the cash on trifles. We may have loved, but never well enough. We never truly knew ourselves. We forgot the world; now it has forgotten us. How

The sight of a rich man dying is one to shake all your assumptions about a free market economy; here

Consider the species known as man. We lie, we cheat, we want what others have and take it; we make war upon each other and the earth; we harvest lives in multitudes. We have mortgaged the planet and spent the cash on trifles. We may have loved, but never well enough. We never truly knew ourselves. We forgot the world; now it has forgotten us.

Death is death. Whether you die smiling or with tears in your eyes, it amounts to the same thing. A whole heap of nothing

Bart glared at his old friend. I'm not sure I like the new you, he said ~Take me to the blood tavern..Take me to the vampirate ship..If you don't mind me saying so, buddy, since you died, you've gotten awful bossy.What's the rush anyhow? aren't you immortal now? from where I'm sitting, you've got all the time in the world

Hey, if it's a good philosophy, it works. Death is imminent. Live every day like it's your last.

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

Everybody dies." I said. "Mortality is the constant that defines our existence.

Tobacco Will Slowly and Surely Kill You." And so will time , Gwynn thought. But if you want the job done quickly, professionals recommend bullet.

It's sheer spitefulness to allow mortals to love because everybody dies but the love they cause to be in others doesn't die with them. Therefore love is the cause of the greatest sorrow therefore love is the greatest evil.

All through our lives, there are witnesses - parents, family, friends, people we work with, people we love and who love us, people who hate us and we hate. One by one they die, until the world seems empty, and eventually there are no independent witnesses to testify our crimes and our achievements. Only we remember them, there's nobody to contradict our version. If we want it to be, it can be the truth.

Granted, I told Her, that your grand design is undoubtedly something very nasty and bad, eventually, in the long term. But you're immortal and I'm not, so if I stop you now, you'll just wait till I'm dead and start all over again, so really, what's the point in me interfering?

The world is dying, but knows none how to Die: But, whosoever knows how to Die, dies not again.

If those sweet lips, that goblet of wine, Yes, everything, ends in non-existence, Then remember, for as long as you exist, That you are only what you will be one day: Nothing. It's impossible to be less than that.

Don't you ever make the mistake of thinking that mortals want to live in a golden age. They hate thinking.