Quotes About Mortality

But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering

A great sadness welled up in Magnus at the sight of him. It was human to age and die, and Jem stood outside that humanity now, outside the light that burned so brightly and so briefly. It was cold outside that light and fire. No one had greater cause to know that cold than Magnus did.

Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones,

To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers.

Jace is in love with the idea of dying," said Isabelle.

The point wasn't that you tried to live forever; the point was that you lived, and did everything you could to live well. The point was the choices you made and the people you loved.

I don't suppose it would help if I told you that is the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.

Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don't suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.

Alex- Alec, if I had given you the impression I had accepted the idea of your death, I can only apologize. I tried to, I thought I had- and yet still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be any more ready to lose you than I am right now. Which is not at all.

The posters bore the words WITH THE PASSING YEARS COMES...IMPOTENCE! Magnus found himself staring at the posters with a sort of absent horror. He looked at Alec and found that Alec could not tear his eyes away either. He wondered if Alec was aware that Magnus was three hundred years old and whether Alec was considering exactly how impotent one might become after that much time.

Ave atque vale... Hail and farewell. He had never given much thought to the words before, he had never thought about why they were not just a farewell but also a greeting. Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as it was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in every parting there was some joy of the meeting as well. He would not forget the joy.

Not all that is mortal is useless.

Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom.

Pulvis et umbra sumus," said James once, out loud in class, after hearing too many whispers. "My father says that sometimes. We are but dust and shadows. Maybe I'm just -getting a head start on all of you.

Magnus did not take such suffering lightly, but even mortals did not die of broken hearts. No matter how cruel Grace had been, he told himself, James would heal. Even though he was a Herondale.

You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?

It's not the normal way to look at things but I experienced death at a really young age and because of that it's been part of my mental landscape that death is really very possible.

Lo bueno de ser inmortal es que no puedes beber literalmente hasta caerte muerto, como lo hacen los niñatos universitarios de vez en cuando. Lo malo de ser inmortal es que no puedes beber hasta caerte muerto; y entonces, al despertar a la mañana siguiente o incluso un día más tarde, te toca comerte la resaca que te habrías ahorrado si hubieras tenido la suerte de morir.

Meanwhile, we have carved out a place for ourselves among the dead; the glittering pinnacles of commerce rise along the skyline, their foundations sunk in a charnel house; and the lost lie forgotten below us as, overhead, we persaude ourselves that we are immortal and carry on the business of life.

Melancholy in this sense is the character of Mortality.'34 'And he that knows not this, & is not armed to endure it, is not fit to live in this world.'35

Sir Edwin Chadwick, whose Sanitary Report proved to be a bestseller for the Stationery Office in 1842, confirmed that, every year, 20,000 adults and 30,000 youths and children were 'imperfectly interred' in less than 218 acres of burial ground, 'closely surrounded by the abodes of the living'.2

Jean once told me she's not interested in writing about getting older but about getting dead.

YOU WERE HERE says the silvery green light of time breathing in and out like any mortal

Three out of five Civil War soldiers who died during the war were killed by disease unrelated to wounds.