Quotes About Mortality

Nature deemed that to be born was an automatic sentence to death, and then brought about that death with vicious consistency. We

The longer we live, the quicker the days seem to pass. How troublesome that is when we live forever. A year seems to pass in a matter of weeks. Decades fly with no milestones to mark them. We become settled in the inconsequential drudgery of our own lives, until suddenly we look at ourselves in the mirror and see a face we barely recognize begging us to turn a corner and be young again.

Yesterday you were gods. Today you are mortal. Your death is my gift to you. Accept it with grace and humility.

There's a lot written about killers from the mortal age –monsters like Jack the Ripper, or Charlie Manson, or Cyber Sally –and the only difference between them and Goddard is that people let Goddard get away with it. The mortals knew how wrong it was, but somehow we've forgotten.

What must life have been like in the Age of Mortality? Full of passions, both good and bad. Fear giving rise to faith. Despair giving meaning to elation. They say even the winters were colder and the summers were warmer in those days.

Death, as they say, doesn't just make all the world kin, it makes all religions one.

Love remains mortal

You don't so much sleep as borrow eight hours from death.

Death doesn't just make all the world kin, it makes all religions one

Today you're in a hospital. Or at least this morning. This hour. This minute. Where you'll be three minutes from now is anyone's guess. You've begun to notice, though, that, bit by bit the sense of being outside yourself has diminished with each passing day. A critical mass is reached, and now your soul collapses in upon itself. You're back inside the vessel of your body. Just one. Just you. Just an individual. Me.

We can put off things far more effectively than those doomed to die, because death has become the exception instead of the rule.

She said her life was completed," Trina said. "That's something that none of us will ever experience. Even if we're gleaned someday, it won't be the same, because we weren't born mortal. From this moment on, no one will ever know what it feels like to be complete.

All I'm saying is that, unless you're immortal, nothing can really belong to you. The best you can hope for is to hold something for a while, but in the end you've got to give it back.

My friend, life can often be most brutal and unfair. Death is the same.

I hadn't lived a real life?I'd had just a model of a life. Everything I did, everything I thought , was suspended safely by strings, too high up for anyone to damage. Zero contact, zero risk. Now those strings had been cut and I was going to die, never having had a chance to live without them.

If we gleaned every asshole," Scythe Volta had once told Rowan, "there'd be virtually no one left.

Shouldn't those who were born to expect death be the sole subjects of gleaning?" went the popular wisdom. But it was bigotry masquerading as wisdom. Selfishness posing as enlightenment.

Death makes the world kin.

In the mortal age, death could not be bargained with. It had to be the same for scythes.

Was this what life was like in the mortal age? Feeling the finality of one's own flesh at every turn? What a terrible way to exist.

Thou shalt kill.

You've hit the nail on the head, Anastasia. That's exactly what the scythedom is: high school with murder.

That's primordial ooze! It's brimming with microbes! Back in the Age of Mortality, this single basin could have wiped out entire populations. It was called 'disease.

A scythe could share their bed with anyone, but their life with no one.