Quotes About Mortality

I think life after death is in the mind of the people around you. It's what's left in this world in the memory of others, but when the flesh starts rotting, the spirit disappears.

Dead bodies do get a grayish blue/purple hue because blood pools in the capillaries and the body starts to decompose. It's not smurf blue, but it's not a pleasant shade.

Famines were frequent in colonial India and some estimates indicate that 30 to 40 million died out of starvation in Tamil Nadu, Bihar and Bengal during the later half of the 19th century.

Nothing is absolute, with the debatable exceptions of this statement and death.

We have been so successful in the past century at the art of living longer and staying alive that we have forgotten how to die. Too often we learn the hard way. As soon as the baby boomers pass pensionable age, their lesson will be harsher still.

I feel able to steal from Emily Dickinson because she's both wonderful and dead.

I think I probably have the philosophy of a poor man. You know, like maybe I'd steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes.

Birth is the beginning of death

Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

Can storied urn, or animated bustBack to its mansion call the fleeting breath?Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust,Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

A FLOWER THAT SMILES TODAY , TOMORROW DIES. ALL THAT WE WISH TO STAY, TEMPTS AND THEN FILES

Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and Fame unknown.

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don't you think so?

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.

The disembodied spirit is immortal there is nothing of it that can grow old or die. But the embodied spirit sees death on the horizon as soon as its day dawns.

Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark

My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.

This is the tragedy: Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are—hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.

Officially there are no fates worse than death. Unofficially, there is a profusion of such fates. For some people, just living with the thought that they will die is a fate worse than death itself.

I cannot wait to be dead. I cannot wait.

fatal vehicular misadventure.

of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.