Quotes About Mortality

No matter how I struggle and strive, I'll never get out of this world alive.

My wiedzieli?my, ?e trzeba umiera? publicznie, na oczach ?wiata.

Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.

At first she was overjoyed that he would be with her, but then she recalled that human people could not live under the water, and he could only visit her father's palace as a dead man.

Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.

As it was, we all acted alone, we were caught alone, and every one of us will have to die alone. But that doesn't mean that we are alone.

Everyone facing death, especially premature death, like us, will be kicking themselves about each wasted hour.

Coffins and coffins, enough for everyone on the shift, enough for everyone in Germany! The men are still alive, but they are already making their own coffins.

Man naar ogsaa at dø engang, og det er Synd, hvis man saa har forsømt at leve.

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

This is something one must bear, beyond the claims of religion, not the idea of one's dying but the reality of one's death. One schools oneself in an acceptance of the terror. It is the shape that life takes toward its end. It is a form of life.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.

I know the place I know the place. It is true. Everything we do Corrects the space Between death and me And you.

what are you but a corpse waiting to be washed?

But death permits you To arrange your hours While he sucks the honey From your lovely flowers

I don't really care whether I live that long or not, It's just that when I die, I dont want to leave any enemies, and I figure the only way to do that is to outlive them all.

The reality of living was never greater than when you held death clutched tightly in your hands.

LIFE" made it possible, "DEATH" made it necessary!

We cheat death, not by living forever, but by bearing, raising, and educating children to keep our souls, our values, and even our names alive. One generation, scarred and often embittered by experience, gives way to another, born in innocence and hope.

Why do so many—not all, but many—run to see a crashed plane, or a train, or two autos with numerous dead about? Why? What is it? Weariness of humdrum and commonplace? Love of change? Horror of the same thing happening to themselves? Or is it something evil in them? In us? Do we like to see other people suffer when we ourselves are safe and don't suffer? Are we really just evil or a mixture of good and evil, whether we want to be or not?