Quotes About Mortality

It seems to me madness to wake up in the morning and do something other than paint, considering that one may not wake up the following morning.

In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the morning: Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory.

If a man in the morning hear the right way, he may die in the evening without regret.

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 were mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

Awakening in the morning returns us to life, and to awareness of death.

When you wake up in the morning and nothing hurts, you can be sure you're dead.

The tragic solemnity of existence strikes us with terrible force on that morning when we wake to find the mournful words "too late" ringing in our ears.

The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.

Nothing concentrates one's mind so much as the realization that one is going to be hanged in the morning!

Human life is just dangerous, in general. You know, waking up in the morning, you could get hit by a car. Wherever you go, you could choke on a fish bone and die. You never know.

I get up each morning, gather my wits, pick up the paper and read the obits. If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead, so I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.

When you wake up each morning, remember to live as though it were your last day on earth, because you never know if it's going to be.

I do eat well. I try to love my body. That is what I tell my daughter. I say, 'Love every bite of food. Love your body. We're all going to be dead soon.' Actually I don't say that last thing to her.

As my mother once said: The boys throw stones at the frog in jest. But the frogs die in earnest.

Death is the mother of beauty.

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

When a robot dies, you don't have to write a letter to its mother.

Fear kills more people than death.

We are just a speck, on a speck, orbiting a speck, in the corner of a speck, in the middle of nowhere.

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call to make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

The man who dies rich, dies disgraced.

The only people without problems are those in cemeteries.

Look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to conscience; for health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of, a blessing money can't buy.