Quotes About Mortality

whatever their denomination, the dead were the dead and were all the same to John, or at least they had been up to this last month or so. Before that, he had thrown the dirt onto them with the comment, and this to himself, that 'such was life' or, when feeling very talkative inside, he might add, 'When their number's called, even the deaf hear.' But this was before he had witnessed the accident at the crossroads.

Who wanted to live to a hundred and one? Who wanted to go on living at all at times?

Life is so fragile. You're here, then you're not, and it's final, no going back, no changing anything at all.

It is not wise for a mortal man to gaze too long into the darkness. He comes to see strange shapes and cold imaginings. He comes to doubt all that he once held true.

We lose those we love. Such is the nature of life.

Everyone dies, and yet it's unendurable. There is so much love inside of us. How do we become worthy of it? And, then, where does it go? A worldwide crescendo of grief, sustained day after day, and only one tiny note of it is mine.

Living long is a gift denied to many, and so it comes with a responsibility to make the most of it. At very least to appreciate it. People gripe about growing older—their aches and pains, how much harder everything is—as if they had forgotten that the alternative is dying young.

Since we all know for a fact that we're all going to die, why don't we all treat each other like we could lose each other at any minute?

Living long is a gift denied to many, and so it comes with a responsibility to make the most of it.

But we waste our precious time. Why? Why do we live like we're not going to die?

That's stupid. What about a gun? A gun can kill you dead." "Only your body," Billy said. "It can't kill your soul. Words can kill your soul.

Life gives us nothing outright. It only lends. Nothing is ours to keep. Absolutely nothing. Not even our bodies, our brains.

Life gives us nothing outright. It only lends. Nothing is ours to keep. Absolutely nothing. Not even our bodies, our brains. This 'self' that we think we know so well, that we think of as us. It is only on loan. If a person comes into our life, they will go again. In a parting of ways, or because everyone dies. They will die or you will die. Nothing we receive in this life are we

Living long is a gift denied to many, and so it comes with a responsibility to make the most of it. At very least to appreciate it. People gripe about growing older—their aches and pains, how much harder everything is—as if they had forgotten that the alternative is dying young." She picked up her fork

If you have a bucket list, get on it. And if you don't, get on that. Get one. And then, get on it. Nobody lives forever.

People gripe about growing older—their aches and pains, how much harder everything is—as if they had forgotten that the alternative is dying young.

It was her life. I mean, a person's life. It's all you've got. It's everything. Without it, you're . . . well, you're not. You're literally not anything.

If a person comes into our life, they will go again. In a parting of ways, or because everyone dies. They will die or you will die. Nothing we receive in this life are we allowed to keep.

It made me wonder if always telling the truth was a thing only for people who are about to die. And who know it. That would explain why it's not such a common thing.

I shall die, but . . . that is all that I shall do for Death.

Life gives us nothing outright. It only lends. Nothing is ours to keep. Absolutely nothing. Not even our bodies, our brains. This 'self' that we think we know so well, that we think of as us. It is only on loan. If a person comes into our life, they will go again. In a parting of ways, or because everyone dies. They will die or you will die. Nothing we receive in this life are we allowed to keep.

Who are you?" "I am Death," said the creature. "I thought that was obvious." "But you're so small!" "Only because you are small. You are young and far from your Death, September, so I seem as anything would seem if you saw it from a long way off-very small, very harmless. But I am always closer than I appear. As you grow, I shall grow with you, until at the end, I shall loom huge and dark over your bed, and you will shut your eyes so as not to see me.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

In his own country, Death can be kind.