Quotes About Mortality

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die.

Does it afflict you to find your books wearing out? I mean literally .. . the mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.

Ottawa is a city where nobody lives, though some of us may die there.

Don't ask me to give in to this body of mine. I can't afford it. Between me and my body there must be a struggle until death.

Courage leads starward, fear toward death.

It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives.

When Andrew Jackson died someone asked a friend if he thought Old Hickory would go to heaven. 'He will if he wants to,' was the reply. On his death bed Disraeli declined a visit from Queen Victoria. 'No, it is better not', he said, 'she would only ask me to take a message to Albert.' I am a broken machine. I am ready to go.

I hate funerals, and would not attend my Own if it could be avoided, but it is well for every man to stop once in a while to think of what sort of a collection of mourners he is training for his final event.

Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.

If you do everything you should do, and do not do anything you should not do, you will, according to the best available statistics, live exactly eighteen hours longer than you would otherwise.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?

Let us eat and drink; for tomorrow we shall die.

One thing is certain and the rest is lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Since we are mortal, friendships are best kept to a moderate level, rather than sharing the very depths of our souls.

Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals because what they must do is the same as what they most want to do.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

O how quickly passes away the glory of the earth.

I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.

The house appointed for all living.

Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed.

Oh, how a small portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living!

Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.

Parents, however old they and we may grow to be, serve among other things to shield us from a sense of our doom. As long as they are around, we can avoid the fact of our mortality; we can still be innocent children.