Quotes About Mortality

He was tough as hell, and he'd always reminded me of my dad. Then one day, he was just gone, no warning. And I realized you can't take people for granted. Life's too short." She

A report issued by the AAF surgeon general suggests that in the Fifteenth Air Force, between November 1, 1943, and May 25, 1945, 70 percent of men listed as killed in action died in operational aircraft accidents, not as a result of enemy action.

Hidden in the works of a mysterious clock are her many deaths, and yet the whole world is piled up before her on a banquet table again today. The timer, broken.

It is some water lilies and a skull in a decorative pond, and a tiny goldfish swimming like an animated change-purse made of brightness and surprises observing the moment through its empty eye.

The thing about death is that it's honest.

You can rewrite life all you want, Sandy thought. It's still a play where everyone dies in the end.

in the length of time measured by infinity, and in the size of a world measured by countless universes, is it possible to believe that our lives are anything more than a few blades of grass?

Use death as your advisor, and you'll start making better decisions about your life,

That lost literature which only death reads.

I saw him even now going the way of all flesh, that is to say towards the kitchen. John Webster (1580-1625) Westward Hoe

Life's a bitch," I said. And then you die," Larry finished for me.

Accidents illustrate that you have no control over your life, because from one moment to the next it could be taken away from you.

the window was down and my music was blasting and i was like, i am the sun on my skin. i am the clouds in the sky. i'm everything i've ever seen or done or felt or heard, and one day i will be gone.

Did everyone think about death practically every day, or was it just me? Did everyone wonder why we existed, and if life was nothing but a fluke?

When you die, there's that much less breath to the world, and across continents someone supposedly separate gasps for air. When Marie, Joseph, peter, Moxi, Oscar, when I weep for you, don't forget I weep as well for me.

Turn your attention to all that is dying and decaying. Look at dead leaves, a lifeless tree, a dead animal. Regard anything that is slowly returning to its constituent elements. Smell the pungent odor of decay. Inhale the effluvium of the dissolution process. The object of this exercise is to know the Earth, not just in its telluric aspect (flower bearing soil), but also in its chthonic aspect. Let death talk to you.

The Murid dances on his or her grave.

Ultimately, the mirror reflects our mortality; when we gaze in the mirror, we gaze at a skeleton.

Finally, I will never forget stopping near a lovely young girl still strapped to her seat, breathing slightly. Her blouse was white, her slacks were blue. At the end of the trousers were two snow-white ankle bones where her feet used to be. I had never seen the whiteness of bones that are freshly exposed like that.

Joan Wernick said she took two lessons from the crash. "You're going to die when you're supposed to die.

Alas, poor YORICK!

One day soon, this body will be old; and not too long afterward, it will turn into dust. This thought frightened her, made her think of how insignificant she was, made her realize that she alone gave her life significance.

Als wij geen namen zouden hebben, zou alles veel duidelijker zijn. Gewoon wat vluchtige materie met een beetje bewustzijn, verschijningen die komen en tamelijk snel weer verdwijnen. Door die namen denken we dat we heel wat zijn, we denken misschien zelfs dat ze ons beschermen, maar wie weet nog de namen van alle miljarden die verdwenen zijn?

There is no remembrance which time doth not obliterate, nor pain which death doth not put an end to.