Quotes About Mortality

If a dragon has already transferred their consciousness to their heart of hearts, then they will die a true death.

Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was.

Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.

No matter how careful we are, if we live long enough, eventually one of us will die. It is not a happy thought, but it is the truth. Such is the way of the world.

He'd lost all fear of Death's embrace, The last embrace a man will know.

Jeder stirbt für sich allein, Eragon. Ob man nun König ist oder Bettler - niemand kann einen in die große Leere begleiten.

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end?

Even gods do not endure forever.

However, Oromis and I have had centuries to reconcile ourselves with the fact that such a parting is inevitable. No matter how careful we are, if we live long enough, eventually one of us will die. It is not a happy thought, but it is the truth. Such is the way of the world.

As Roran watched, the man's arms, neck, and chest shriveled, and his bones appeared in sharp relief-from the bowlike curve of his collarbones to the hollow saddle of his hips, where his stomach hung like an empty waterskin. His lips puckered and drew back farther than they were intended to over his yellow teeth, baring them in a grisly snarl, while his eyeballs deflated as if they were engorged ticks being squished empty of blood, and the surrounding flesh sank inward.

Christopher Paolini

We all die. It's just a question of when and how horrible it's going to be.

No one awakens in the morning thinking they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know we're mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.

I wonder if I will die, after all.

Death comes for the dead.

Hanara did not yet feel he'd reached long-life. It was a state, slaves said, where you felt satisfied you have lived long enough. Where you didn't feel cheated if you died. You might not have had an easy life, or a happy one, but you'd had your measure. Or you had made a difference to the world, even a small one, because you had existed.

A coward dies a thousand times, a soldier dies but once.

And so I fell devoutly asleep and slept a long time, because young people seem to need sleep more than the old, who have already slept so much and are preparing to sleep for all eternity.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and altars like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn

Sir, be proud: today you came close to a happy death; and behave in the future with the same nonchalance, knowing that the soul dies with the body. Go then to death after having savored life. We are animals among animals, all children of matter, save that we are the more disarmed. But since, unlike animals, we know we must die, let us prepare for that moment by enjoying the life that has been given us by chance and for chance.

Io non vi dico di prepararvi all'altra vita, ma di usare bene quest'unica vita che vi è data, per affrontare quando verrà, l'unica morte di cui avrete mai esperienza. E' necessario meditare prima, e molte volte, sull'arte del morire, per riuscire a farlo bene una sola volta

We like lists because we don't want to die.

as Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn; and what would be the point of saying today that the abbot Abo had a stern eye and pale cheeks, when by now he and those around him are dust and their bodies have the mortal grayness of dust (only their souls, God grant, shining with a light that will never be extinguished)?

We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death. That's why we like all the things that we assume have no limits and, therefore, no end. It's a way of escaping thoughts about death. We like lists because we don't want to die.