Quotes About Mortality

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.

everything is ridiculous if one thinks of death

When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this - when you die, will you be happy when everybody else is crying?

Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the Messenger of Death will not be able to touch you.

All fears are one fear. Just the fear of death. And we accept it, then we are at peace.

I'm simultaneously terrified of the thought of existing forever and not existing at all. Wherein is my peace?

So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days, And steal thyself from life by slow decays.

If you believe that all men are created equal, then a child's death in some other country is no less tragic than in the United States.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

Not everyone who died had left a "memory" and not everyone who had left a memory had left a "blessed" one. Therefore, not all have died should be tagged "...of a blessed memory

All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed. For after all, he was only human. He wasn't a dog.

Shall we, because we walk on our hind feet, assume to ourselves only the privilege of imperishability?

We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.

In conformity with the philosophy of Christ, let us make of our life a training for death.

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.

Please, don't worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting.

The only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not.

Life is a constant process of dying.

Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.

The whole life of the philosopher is a preparation for death.

A human life is just a heartbeat in heaven.

Our unconscious, then, does not believe in its own death; it behaves as if it were immortal. It knows nothing that is negative; in it contradictories coincide. This may be the secret of heroism.

It's the one who won't be taken that cannot seem to give, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.