Quotes About Mortality

How could a man become a god? Nell asked. By living in an extremely pragmatic society, said Constable Moore after some thought

The question is, how long does Mr. Spinny have to live? And what does that tell us?

We are all in trouble.... with a bunch of dead people.

She didn't really know the speech of Beedles and so she made it as simple as she could: "I am Death," she said. "Now, which one of us is going to open the gate?

the old world, death had led to endless philosophical ruminations and spawned religions, but in Bitworld it led to one-star ratings from furious bereaved and threats of class-action lawsuits.

Death itself was always quick, Raphael reflected, staring off at the distant horizon. It is the survivors who feel pain the longest.

With you, it seems to be merely a question of time. The legality of self-destruction—the "rightness" or "wrongness" of it—seems to have much to do with how quickly the deed is done, as well as who is doing it. The faster the death, the more "wrong" it seems to be. The slower the death, the more it slips into "okayness.

Your refusal to contemplate your own death leads to your refusal to contemplate your own life.

The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

I'm not afraid of dying; I'm only afraid of living

I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of living.

found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

There's great stuff in there. There's a disease called Ondine's Curse, in which your body loses the ability to breathe involuntarily. Can you imagine? You have to think "breathe, breathe" all the time, or you stop breathing. Most people who get it die.

We look into each other's eyes as we shake hands. His are full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.

I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of living.

I fear living a life where I could have accomplished something and didn't. That's what I fear. I don't fear death.

If you removed all the arteries, veins, & capillaries from a person's body, and tied them end-to-end…the person will die.

On the whole, I don't fear death. Instead, I fear a life where I could have accomplished more.

A skeleton, even a walking one, is at least human; Death of a sort lurks inside every living creature.

We're only immortal for a limited time.

Death is a guillotine blade hanging over our heads, reminding us every second of every day that this life we treasure so much is no more important to the universe than those of the two hundred thousand insects each of us kills with the front of our car every year.

nice day, i said. and i put one of the raspberries in my mouth. is it? i looked up at the sky. the sun is there, i said, only it's hid by a cloud. you ever see the bad in life? he asked. i'll have time to think about that, i said, when i'm dead.

But if I could choose how and when I wanted to die, I would want to be an eighty-year-old man shot by a jealous young husband who had caught me in bed with his teenage wife.