Quotes About Mortality

I said to Life, 'I would hear Death speak.' And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, 'You hear him now.'

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

Du glaubst, es ging mir um die Unsterblichkeit?" Ein raspelndes Kichern. "Darauf seid allein ihr Menschen so versessen. Keine andere Kreatur lebt in solcher Furcht vor ihrer eigenen Vergänglichkeit.

uh oh I shit myself

They brought me word of your death, Heraklieitos, and I wept for you remembering how often we watched the sun setting as we talked. Dear Halikarnassian friend, you lie elsewhere now and are mere ashes; yet your songs—your nightingales—will live, and never will the underworld, destroying everything, touch them with its deadly hand.

Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.

Everything else you can live around, but not death. Death you have to live through.

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve. And like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

He also knew that there is no escape from power like his, no exit, no way out of the predicament that being always on creates; there is only death.

Nothing in life is promised except death.

In a late interview, Belle herself characterized her life as if it were one long sin that needed to be confessed—with one pointed exception. "I have lied, sworn, killed (I guess) and I have stolen," she said. "But . . . I thank God that I can say on my death bed that I am a virtuous woman. . . . Fortune has played me a sad trick by letting me live on and on.

I don't think I'm invincible.

The great problem of humanity is life and death. Every person dreams of becoming invisible one day.

Sometimes I would make myself very still and try to imagine myself dead. I tried to invoke the feeling of the very last breath I would take.

Life continues, irrespective of whether we are there or not.

I've said many of my friends are in jail; some already died.

I feel like part of me will die when John Goodman dies.

We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.

she felt] sorry for herself, for getting older, for being mortal, for all the music she still wanted to hear, the books she intended to read, the places she had meant to visit, the things she had promised herself she'd learn one day [...] and probably never would because time was beginning to feel like a fast express train that no longer stopped at all the stations.

I stop, then, in my tracks, to recollect the awesome presence that I've left behind, the road ahead so long, my life so short, and bow my head and burst out into tears. While

Now, what I am, and what I was, I know; I see the seasons in procession go With still increasing speed; while things to come, Unknown, unthought, amid the growing gloom Of long futurity, perplex my soul, While life is posting to its final goal. Mine is the crime, who ought with clearer light To watch the winged years' incessant flight; And not to slumber on in dull delay

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark.