Quotes About Mortality

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out.

The nature will continue, it's our existence that is finite and you are given this gift of life and you make your way with it, but fate and natural disasters will continue on.

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick, but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.

Death is just nature's way of making room for the less experienced.

I cheerfully quit from life as if it were an inn, not a home; for Nature has given us a hostelry in which to sojourn, not to abide.

Man maketh a death which Nature never made.

When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded; The King dropped a tear in the Queen's ear, And all his pictures faded.

Think not disdainfully of death, but look on it with favor; for even death is one of the things that Nature wills.

Nature has circumscribed the field of life within small dimensions, but has left the field of glory unmeasured.

All humans are rogues. Cured only by death.

If there were something that Mother Nature or God could do with money, She or He would have sold immortality to the rich a long time ago.

If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season.

Till the time Mother Nature takes away what she had bestowed upon us for free - this wonderful gift, of life. Value it, while you have it.

After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here.

Nature is cruel. Isn't that right, Daddy? Every living thing has to die. And they're still beautiful. Now they'll stay that way.

All must pay the debt of nature.

If God were mortal and had but one life to give, he would have been more careful about how he created the world.

It was very sad under the trees. Although spring was well advanced, in the deep shade there was nothing but death-rotten leaves, gray and white fungi, and over everything a funeral hush.

Discussions of death and such matters do more to unlock the human tongue than any other subject.

sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.

she delighted in being of the same substance as them, and in knowing that when she died her flesh would nourish other lives as they had nourished her.

We were immortal, did you know that? Did you feel it like me? We had the world at our feet and we were going to live forever. Then came life – growing inside you – and I became mortal.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.