Quotes About Mortality

I'm sorry to say cancer can kill you, but it doesn't make you a better person.

I don't mind dying if I have to, but I'm damned if I want to pay for the guarantee. I'm sorry.

When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn't believe that we were mortal.

We're all dying. We're all in the process of oxidizing. Everyone of us is in the process of oxidizing, so to sort of interrupt one aspect of that while everything else goes on, it's a freak show.

How many emperors and how many princes have lived and died and no record of them remains, and they only sought to gain dominions and riches in order that their fame might be ever-lasting.

Death is the separation of soul from body.

Now that I'm older, a real source of interest is the ages of the dead, the number; the day is off to an optimistic start when the departed are all older than I.

Having a child is sowing the seeds of your own obsolescence: birth is the fuse that leads to that other thing. You appear, you replace yourself, you die.

The longer I live, the more I am enabled to realize that I have but one life to live on Earth, and that this one life is but a brief life, for sowing, in comparison with eternity, for reaping.

When I die there may be a paragraph or two in the newspapers. My name will linger in the British Museum Reading Room catalogue for a space at the head of a long list of books for which no one will ever ask.

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

It's alright to die cause death is the only thing you haven't tried

The death has an only color.

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

If you are still alive when you read this, close your eyes. I amunder their lids, growing black.

...and without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die.

What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?

Why?" She asked in a confused whisper. "Out of all the women in the world, why did you choose this mortal?""Because fate drove me to you.

He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile, " I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.

Life is not everlasting only for You and Me.

Flowers wither knowing that you exist.

Death drives desire.

I agree with Sophocles: the greatest luck is not to have been born - but, as the joke goes on, very few people succeed in it.

Most of my friends seem to be either dead, extremely deaf or living on the wrong side of Kent.