Quotes About Mortality

Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me. -Morrie-

And because he was still able to move his hands - Morrie always spoke with both hands waving - he showed great passion when explaining how you face the end of life.

The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.

Morrie closed his eyes. I know, Mitch. You mustn't be afraid of my dying. I've had a good life, and we all know it's going to happen. I maybe have four or five months.

but the most selfish is hoarding time, because none of us know how much we have

it's natural to die...the fact that we make a big hullabaloo over it, is all because we don't see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we're human we're somethin above nature...we are not. Everything that gets born, dies.

I buried myself in accomplishments, because with accomplishments, I believed I could control things, I could squeeze in every last piece of happiness before I got sick and died.. which I figured was my natural fate.

But everyone knows someone who has died, I said. Why is it so hard to think about dying? "Because," Morrie continued, "most of us all walk around as if we're sleepwalking. We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do.

Had it not been for Nightline, Morrie would have died without ever seeing me again. I had no good excuse for this, except the one that everyone these days seems to have. I had become too wrapped up in the siren song of my life. I was busy.

It's more than the negative that you're going to die, it's also the positive that you understand you're going to die, and that you live a better life because of it.

Death has a way of doing that. "The truth is, Mitch," he said, "once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

Everyone knows they're going to die,' he said again, 'but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.

The truth is, Mitch," he said, "once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

I seemed to slip in a time warp when I visited Morrie, and I liked myself better when I was there.

The day he learned that he was terminally ill was the day he lost interest in his purchasing power.

Everyone knows they're going to die, he said again, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.

How can you ever be prepared to die? Do what the Buddhists do. Every day have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, 'Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

philosophy was that death should not be embarrassing; he was not about to powder its nose.

Dying, Morrie suddenly said, is the only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy.

Is this what comes at the end, I wondered? Maybe death is the great equaliser, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.

Keadilan tidak mengatur persoalan hidup atau mati. Kalau keadilan yang mengatur, tidak akan ada orang baik mati muda

death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.

Learn how to die, and you learn how to live." I

I asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself. Sometimes, in the mornings, he said. That's when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands - whatever I can still move - and I mourn what I've lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I'm dying. But then I stop mourning.