Quotes About Mortality

His hair fell out, his face went gaunt as a skeleton.

Dying," Morris suddenly said, "is only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else.

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left? he had

Praise for Tuesdays with Morrie

When you're in bed, you're dead

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.

Remember this always: There is a reason God limits man's days." "What is the reason?" "Finish your journey and you will know.

The Blue Man held out his hand. Fairness, he said, does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.

A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me. Morrie would walk that final bridge between life and death, and narrate the trip.

Holding him like that moved me in a way I cannot describe, except to say I felt the seeds of death inside his shrivelling frame, and as I laid him in his chair, adjusting his head on the pillows, I had the coldest realisation that our time was running out.

If we know, in the end, that we can ultimately have that peace with dying, then we can finally do the really hard thing. Which is? Make peace with living.

It's funny, Lorraine said now, as the scene appeared in front of them. You always wonder about your funeral. How big? Who'll show up? In the end it's meaningless. You realize, once you die, that a funeral as for everyone else,not you.

If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.

Keadilan tidak mengatur persoalan hidup dan mati.Kalau keadilan yg mengatur,tidak akan ada orang baik mati muda.

And facing death changes all that? "Oh, yes. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials. When you realize you are going to die, you see everything much differently. He

Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days.

We think because we're human we're somethin above nature...we are not. Everything that gets born, dies.

the old man asked again. "When I'm gone." His eyes blinked from behind his glasses. His neatly trimmed beard was gray, and he stood slightly stooped. Are you dying? I asked. "Not yet," he said, grinning. Then why— "Because I think you would

Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

Aging is not just decay, you know. It's growth. 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.

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?

Man's instinct is to find a way to live, but who wants to be the last to die?

I realise, two decades after the events of this book, that deep inside it was not dying that truly rattled Morrie. it was being forgotten.

Death is as natural as life. It's part of the deal we made. Everything that gets born, dies. As long as we love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on - in the hearts of all those you have touched and nurtured while you were here.