Quotes About Mortality

As I said, the good die young, and the motherfuckers go on forever, pardon my French.

Death reminds us that we are nothing.

Look in the mirror, and don't be tempted to equate transient domination with either intrinsic superiority or prospects for extended survival.

Not success. Not growth. Not happiness. The cradle of your love of life … is death.

Dying is active. Dying is not what happens to you. Dying is what you do. Dying

la eternidad es demasiado larga como para desperdiciar este breve tiempo aquí en la Tierra.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

How soon will we accept this opportunity to be fully alive before we die? (88)

I have never lived a life so much larger than death. (93)

David knew what it was to be a man. As he lay dying, he called his son Solomon to his bedside and gave him final instructions: "I am about to go the way of all the earth. So be strong and show yourself a man." These are the last recorded words of one of the greatest kings to ever live. Of all he might have said to his son with his final breath, he chose to instruct him to be a man. They are words we should never forget.

To live and know yourself, to strive, aware that life is short and one must die, to do what you can, to do what you must, this is man's life and his fulfillment.

Remember: life is a breath; soon I will vanish from your sight. The eye that looks will not see me; you may search, but I will be gone. Like a cloud fading in the sky, man dissolves into death. He leaves the whole world behind him and never comes home again.

Enkidu, my brother, whom I loved so dearly, who accompanied me through every danger-- the fate of mankind has overwhelmed him. For six days I would not let him be buried, thinking, 'If my grief is violent enough, perhaps he will come back to life again.

The dead are so long dead," explained Merlin. "Better to have lived while alive, yes? Besides, if they achieve this, they will have conquered a giant; they will be invincible!

Bitter the day of birth, for death is its companion. Yet, though life be cold and cruel, we are not without a last consolation. For to die in one world is to be born into another. Let all men hear and remember!

He looked as one whom Lord Death has groomed for his own.

Sometimes I stare into a pool of piss, I see my reflection, I picture a hole in my face, there's nothing there, it's vanished. I watch the maggots turn to flies, and they fly off with bits of flesh from my body. I attempt to wipe it clear from my mind, but the nice thoughts get swallowed up. I can't think nice for too long…it would destroy me.

When I got off him, I spat the blood that was swamping my mouth in to his face, I looked down at him and it really looked like he was dying… shit! The ambulance arrived in about a minute and they got an oxygen mask straight on him and I could see the life draining out of him. You see, this is the problem; we are only human and flesh and blood.

Because in all of the whole human race Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one staying put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you. No, we all deserve to die Even you, Mrs Lovett, even I! Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief

I remember days Or at least I try But as years go by They're sort of haze And the bluest ink Isn't really sky And at times I think I would gladly die For a day of sky

I think continually of those who were truly great...Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun, and left the vivid air signed with their honor.

Like a fossil tree From which we gather no flowers Sad has been my life Fated no fruit to produce.» Death poem composed by Minamoto Yorimasa immediately before his act of seppuku in the Byodo-in temple of Uji.