Quotes About Mortality

You can master tantric yogic poly-orgasmic Wonder Sex but you're still gonna die alone.

You're going to lose your life anyway. It may be now. It may be decades from now. But at some point it's going to happen, and you have no idea when or how. So it's important to be true to yourself at every moment.

Just as firewood does not become firewood again after it is ash, you do not return to birth after death.

Firewood becomes ash and doesn't go back to being firewood again. But we shouldn't think of firewood as its past and ash as its future. Both firewood and ash have their own position in time and space. The past and future are cut off. Firewood and ash each have their own past and their own future. Just as ash doesn't go back to being firewood, human beings, when they die, don't come back to life again.

he was less fearful around the dead than the living...It was that he and the dead shared the same secret, which was that the fearful illusion of mortality - and immortality, as well - is lifted like a veil to reveal something simpler and more profound, without fear. Only the dead see one another, and themselves, for what they truly were, or are. The terrifying idea of time did not apply at all.

The purpose of the plan of salvation is not to weed us out, but to offer us every possible chance to succeed. Mortality is a time of probation, but also a time of preparation (see Alma 42:10). Heaven is not a prize for the perfect, but the future home of all who are willing to be perfected.

A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

First you forget names; then you forget faces; then you forget to zip up your fly; and then you forget to unzip your fly.

Death isn't beautiful. Near-death however, is gorgeous.

We are all dead, just not yet buried."

Expect to win. Maybe we'll only live another day. Maybe another fifty years. But whenever we die, go out bravely.

Much of morality is peculiar to mortality.

We spend much of our lives protecting ourselves from it and shielding others as well. We use lies to take the edge off life. We dream of a better tomorrow. We hide from our regrets and inadequacies. We try to exaggerate the good and downplay the bad. We even manage to hide from the inescapable reality that sooner or later we and everyone we love is going to die." "Cheerful thought.

same as always. Beauty will fade. Prosperity will end. Singing will turn to lamentations. Old age will follow youth, and sickness will replace health. As soon as you are born, death is waiting, inevitable as nightfall. The rising tide of evil will swallow hope and truth and light until only the void remains.

The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.

In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

They say a man doesn't know himself until he faces death for the first time. . . I don't know about that. It seems to me that the person you are when you're about to die isn't as important as the person you are during the rest of your life. Why should a few moments matter more than an entire lifetime?

Is anything fair?" He smiled. "Death is. He treats us all the same.

Every man had to die. He'd always found it odd that so many died when they were old, as logic said that was the point in their lives when they'd had the most practice not dying.

Death comes to all. But life comes first. Cherish it. Death is the destination. But the journey, that is life. That is what matters.

Can't be any harder than sitting here and having a staring contest with mortality.

Everyone is either happy or dead.

The two great constants of life. Food and death.

It is strange," the man said. "People get such a small amount of time. So many I've known say it—as soon as you feel you're getting a handle on things, the day is done, the night falls, and the light goes out.