Quotes About Mortality

As if death were a resource that had to be earned, that could ever be used up or wasted.

I think about living forever and figure I can get really good at Xbox.

But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth? If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all. Often after you have sweated and tried and things are not better for you, there comes a feeling deep down in the soul that you are not worth much.

But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth? If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all.

Death. Sometimes he could almost feel it in the room with him. He rocked to and fro in the chair. What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.

Many years have passed since I first discovered you. You troubled me then. You trouble me now. But mortality, like thunder, rumbles its dull way toward me. It is I who must take the step. Through the fire. And come unto you.

Death smoothes the rough edges, obliterates the cruelties of the deceased. It makes heroes of monsters.

soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda.

Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.

Believe me, when you die, it's everybody else's but your problem

This is my one and only life, and it is a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive

So I'm beginning to think that when I'm fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety years old I still won't be any closer to being wise and knowledgeable. Perhaps people on their deathbeds, who have had long, long lives, seen it all, travelled the world, have had kids, been through their own personal traumas, beaten their demons and learned the harsh lessons of life will be thinking : God, people in heaven must really know it all.

My life began at five years old. Knowing that I would die instilled something in me that I carry to this day: the awareness that, despite time being infinite, my time was limited, my time was running out. I realised that my hour and someone else's hour are not equal. We cannot spend it the same way, we cannot think of it in the same way.

As for Dad, he was supposed to live forever. The one who could open all the jar lids nobody else could, who fixed whatever was broken, was supposed to do that forever. The man who let me sit on his shoulders, climb on his back, chase me around while making monster noises, throw me in the air and catch me, spin me around so much that I felt dizzy and fell over laughing.

People come and people go and we know this happens, yet we get such a shock when it does. To use that old cliché, the only certainty in life is death. It's a certainty, it's the one condition of living that we're given but we often let it tear us apart.

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)

all is the same time has gone by some day you come some day you'll die someone has died long time ago.

People don't change their minds that easily. They have too much pride. Eventually they have kids who see the world differently, and that's how real change happens. Old people die and the things they mistakenly thought were important die with them.

Why does everything that lives have to die? < So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is yours forever, is never precious.

a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant...

That is what we are. Death.

Maybe I felt like I'd come so close to forever-death that I'd better step back and take a look at my life. Maybe I didn't like a lot of what I'd done with it so far.

We can't leave this world without leaving a lot of detritus behind. We never go out as cleanly as we come in; and even when we come in, there's the afterbirth.

A year ago it would have torn me up, leaving a body behind as we sped away along the interstate. Now I was just glad it was him and not me who was lying in the woods. I was a terrible Christian and a decent survivalist.