Quotes About Mortality

As it is I crawl on everyday towards the tomb. When I wake in the morning I think first of death, do you?

She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short-lived and die.

Perhaps he has realised now that he's trapped here and has to suffer with us and become mortal and die.

Why does one never see dead birds? How can they all hide to die?

If only one could believe that death was waking up.

Death contradicts ownership and self.

Do anything you like . . . only don't say the word 'never'. I should die of that word.

God, how the young and beautiful vanish and are no more seen.

But he was surrendered, they had surrendered him, into the power of death.

Human life is short, we don't exist all that much. A pale brief flicker in the dark.

I'm afraid I don't know their address, but there it is, when people are gone they're gone, isn't it.

And she looked at her life and seemed to understand it and to grieve over it as if it were already over.

Perhaps after all not to have been born is best. How near the human soul must be to nothingness if it can be so tossed.

Could she endure it, the long vigil of death made visible?

Talk to him about more ordinary things. It'll take a bit of time.' 'There isn't much time left, my dear. And no ordinary things. Only last things.

Moy thought, I shall make no more masks, something is over forever. Anyway, she thought, this time next year I shall probably be dead.

Mortality itself was my philosophical robe.

Still, failure, success, what is it? Whae gies a fuck. We aw live, then we die, in quite a short space ay time n ?w. That's it; end ay fuckin story.

You're nothing but a work-in-progress until that day you fall out of this world into the land ay dead men's trousers.

The vandalism time perpetuates on the human body.

Pití je pro mladé, které jeÅ¡tÄ› netrápí myÅ¡lenky na smrt.

Still, failure, success, what is it? Whae gies a fuck. We aw live, then we die, in quite a short space ay time n aw. That's it; end ay fuckin story.

laughter was about more than humour. This was about reducing tension, solidarity in face of the grim reaper.

One day this magnificent charge will go, like vision, hearing, continence, and I hope it's the very last of them to succumb.