Quotes About Mortality

Why were we put here, so inclined to love, when end of our story = death? That harsh. That cruel. Do not like.

Each of us earns his death, his own death, which belongs to no one else and this game is life.

I ain't never saw a hearse with a luggage rack." (Quote by George Strait, country singer, and appearing at the end of Bob Mitchell's memoir, Time for a Heart-to-Heart: Reflections on Life in the Face of Death.

The resounding echo of the mortal coil, echoes in the ears of those who are unprepared for it. To some, it sounds like a symphony - to others, a death toll.

We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.

The cradle is shallower than the grave.

Then he returned to his theme: 'If so many lovers feel the desire to die and more and more die each day, while still in love, it is because love and death are linked by analogies, by underground passages, and communicate. One leads to the other. The one makes the other more acute, more intense. There is no doubt that death is a great stimulant of love. ("Love And Death")

He has no friends, no living relatives. No one to call. If we are not in someone else's memory, do we even exist at all?

Time feeds on us. We are food for time.

Now the last person who remembered me as a child is gone, I told myself. And only then did I burst into sobs, like a child.

Ancak ölüm kibrini uyand?rabiliyordu. Onu orada buradakilerden daha çok insan bekliyordu.

Oh, Mother, don't be so old-fashioned,' Margo said impatiently. 'After all, you only die once.' This remark was as baffling as it was true, and successfully silenced Mother.

Which do you hate more: breaking your word or dying?" "I don't know. I've never done either.

We were too intelligent, too cynical for war. Of course, you don't have to be stupid and primitive to die a stupid, primitive death.

You," he continued, grabbing my wrist. "All of you, from the safe world, with your air bags and your tamper-proof packaging and your fat-free diets. You are the superstitious ones. You convince yourself you can cheat death, and you are absolutely offended when you learn that you can't. You sat in your nice little flat all through our war and watched us, bleeding all over the TV news. And you thought, 'How awful!' and then you got up and made yourself another cup of gourmet coffee.

Life is better than death. I know this. Tequamuck says it is the coward's talk. I say it is braver, sometimes, to bend.

the surfeit of loss in my life has convinced me it will be easier to be grieved for than to grieve." Bethia as an old woman about to die p 257

Of course, you don't have to be stupid and primitive to die a stupid, primitive death.

How strange it is, Anna. Yesterday, I have filed in my mind as a good day, notwithstanding it was filled with mortal illness and the grieving of the recently bereft. Yet it is a good day, for the simple fact that no one died upon it. We are brought to a sorry state, that we measure what is good by such a shortened yardstick.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Life is the childhood of our immortality.

The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple.

Alive, ridiculous, and dead forgot?

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.