Quotes About Mortality

The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The

Time is a feature of creation, and the creator remains apart from it, transcendent over it. Does that mean that all our mortal time and history is, for God, a mere instant—complete and entire? For God outside of time, God in eternity, time does not pass; events do not occur step by step; cause and effect are meaningless. He is not one-thing-after-another, but all-at-once. His "now" encompasses all time. Creation is a tapestry, or an Einsteinian block universe.

We can't exist and then not-exist, otherwise all we do or try to do would be so pointless.

Here's a test to find out if your purpose in life is complete. You alive, it isn't.

Time.... Something that's not enough left when you have more behind you than in the front of you. Life is short, love your family while they're here and pray we all know where we are going when it's over here on earth.

To be mindful of our fragile fate each day, in a non-morbid acknowledgment, helps us remember what is important in our life and what is not, what matters, really, and what does not.

Life is a loan, and we have to return it to the universe.

Every man has a right to kill himself.

Is it really worth it to die, to be dead, just to prove to everybody that you're not a coward?

You can still die when the sun is shining.

Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover's eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live.

Reproduction is the beginning of death.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

They used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn't broken already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Ulysses

How mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys!

Može se umreti i u sun?an dan.

we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:

Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to go as he came.

Life is many days. This will end.

YaÅŸlan?p ac?nas? bir ÅŸekilde eriyip tükenmektense bir tutkunun ihtiÅŸam?yla öteki dünyaya göçmek daha iyiydi.

Sako, perskaitysi savo paties nekrologÄ… - ilgiau gyvensi. Suteikia antrÄ… kvÄ—pavimÄ…. Nauja gyvenimo sutartis.

Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.

The tiny space I occupy is so infinitely small in comparison with the rest of space, in which I am not, and which has nothing to do with me; and the period of time in which it is my lot to live is so petty beside the eternity in which I have not been, and shall not be… And