Quotes About Mortality

What do we say to the Lord of Death?' 'Not today.

George R.R. Martin

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?" "In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden's mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty," he replied.

He'll be down with the books. My old septon used to say books are dead men talking. Dead men should keep quiet is what I say. No one wants to hear a dead man's yabber.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you - no more, no less, and we're done.

I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

Do the dead frighten you?

As well ask what good is life, what good is death? If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him—valar morghulis.

Silver's sweet and gold's our mother, but once you're dead they're worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.

Valar Morghulis- All men must die

Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter

No man should live longer than his teeth.

I have the virtue of being still amongst the living. Some would say that is my only virtue.

Anyone can be killed." - Arya Stark

Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come. Certain moths live their whole lives in a day, yet to them that little span of time must seem as long as years and decades do to us. An oak may live three hundred years, a redwood tree three thousand. A weirwood will live forever if left undisturbed. To them seasons pass in the flutter of a moth's wing, and past, present, and future are one.

Still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some.

valar morghulis valar doeharis

His time was past, her handmaid Irri declared. No man should live longer than his teeth.

The ground was so far below him, he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling, and he knew what was waiting for him down there. Even in dreams, you could not fall forever. He would wake up in the instant before he hit the ground, he knew. You always woke in the instant before you hit the ground.