Quotes About Mortality

They had no fear of death, and whoever has no fear of death—the centurion had often meditated on this here in the East—whoever has no fear of death is immortal.

My heart is always heavy. No matter where I go, I have no pleasure. I'm hiding. Everything that I do, write and think strikes me as unworthy. And human beings are horrible, ignoble companions. I often think, furthermore, that the only thing worthy of our lofty nature is death.

Dear God, how many foaming seas, how much green earth, how many multicolored birds and sweet desires I'll never have time enough to taste before I die like a poor beggar with outstretched and greedy palms! May you reach that far land I've aimed at since my birth and, if you can, load my large flowering tree with fruit.29 KIMON FRIAR

La ce te uiti, mosule? Batranul a ridicat capul si a zambit cu tristete: - La viata mea, care curge la vale, fiule, a raspuns; la viata mea, care curge si se duce...

He did not die. The only ones who die are those who are too late to become immortal. He was not too late. God granted him time.

Semnul lasat de Dumnezeu cand atinge omul se numeste moarte.

Devenise ceva obisnuit, facea acest lucru in fiecare zi, ba chiar de mai multe ori pe zi, aducand trupul si sangele lui Hristos, ajutandu-i pe oameni sa dea fata cu moartea. Mureau impacati, dar parintele Iannaros nu uita vaietele, cuvintele lor de pe urma, lumina ochilor care se stingea, si nu putea sa se impace; mortii nu mai conteneau sa moara in sufletul lui.

Dichoso el hombre—pensé—que haya logrado, antes de morir, navegar por el Egeo».

What we are and what we possess is but a loan- and that not for long! Do not clutch what has been given to you, for joy and desire to possess are but nails fastening you to the perishable world.

Here is the lesson," Barber said. "It is just as easy to bring death to man, and I've done so. It's harder to keep hold of life, harder still to maintain a grasp on health. Those are the tasks to which we must keep our minds.

Everybody dies. There's nothing you can do about it. Whether or not you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God. (Although there's no question a belief in God would come in handy. It would be great to think there's a plan, and that everything happens for a reason. I don't happen to believe that. And every time one of my friends says to me, "Everything happens for a reason," I would like to smack her.)

We know in one part of our brains that we are all going to die, but on some level we don't quite believe it.

Death doesn't really feel eventual or inevitable. It still feels... avoidable somehow. But it's not. We know in one part of our brains that we are all going to die, but on some level we don't quite believe it.

Sometimes I think that not having to worry about your hair anymore is the secret upside of death.

People who run four miles a day and eat only nuts and berries drop dead. People who drink a quart of whiskey and smoke two packs of cigarettes a day drop dead. You are suddenly in a lottery, the ultimate game of chance, and someday your luck will run out. Everybody dies. There's nothing you can do about it. Whether or not you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God.

your hair anymore is the secret upside of death.

Shannon: Only the living suffered. Only they were riddled with guilt and regret and unanswered questions.

Why is it you think you'll live forever and why do you want to, I'd like to know, when you deny yourselves so many of the basic pleasures in life?

It's ridiculous to say not to speak ill of the dead. We're all going to be dead eventually. What would we talk about in the meantime?

However weary he might be of life after three centuries of it, he was more weary of witnessing death.

Brother, when beauty falls into your hand, you hold on to it while you can. You could be dead tomorrow. Well, that's... inspiring.

Death is a problem of the living. Dead people have no problems.

Dying is beautiful- even the first time around, at the ripe old age of 20. It's not easy most of the time, but there is real beauty to be found in knowing that your end is going to catch up with you faster than you had expected, and that you have to get all your loving and laughing and crying done as soon as you can.

I came up with a new game-show idea recently. It's called The Old Game. You got three old guys with loaded guns onstage. They look back at their lives, see who they were, what they accomplished, how close they came to realizing their dreams. The winner is the one who doesn't blow his brains out. He gets a refrigerator.