Quotes About Mortality

Life is worth nothing, life is worth nothing, It always starts with crying and with crying ends. And that's why, in this world, life is worth nothing.

I've always considered my work one piece and I consider that my work won't be finished until I am dead and buried and I hope that's a long, long time.

I'll die young, but it's like kissing God.

Six feet of land was all that he needed.

Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself.

Here I am alive, and it's not my fault, so I have to try and get by as best I can without hurting anybody until death takes over.

And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death--but it's more peaceful.

The example of a syllogism that he had studied in Kiesewetter's logic: Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal, had throughout his whole life seemed to him right only in relation to Caius, but not to him at all.

the very fact of the death of someone close to them aroused in all who heard about it, as always, a feeling of delight that he had died and they hadn't.

He did what heroes do after their work is accomplished; he died.

Death is finished, he said to himself. It is no more!

What is bad? What is good? What should one love, what hate? Why live, and what am I? What is lie,what is death? What power rules over everything?" he asked himself. And there was no answer to any of these questions except one, which was not logical and was not at all an answer to these questions. This answer was: "You will die--and everything will end. You will die and learn everything--or stop asking.

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

Just think! This whole world of ours is only a speck of mildew sprung up on a tiny planet, yet we think we can have something great - thoughts,, actions! They are all but grains of sand

How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?... All will end in death, all!

Without knowledge of what I am and why I am here, it is impossible to live, and since I cannot know that, I cannot live either. In an infinity of time, in an infinity of matter, and an infinity of space a bubble-organism emerges while will exist for a little time and then burst, and that bubble am I.

When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.

I'll tell you truly: I value my thought and work terribly, but in essence - think about it - this whole world of ours is just a bit of mildew that grew over a tiny planet. And we think we can have something great - thoughts, deeds! They're all grains of sand

Here I am...wanting to accomplish something and completely forgetting it must all end--that there is such a thing as death.

I have wrote my name in hell," Brian McFee had said as he was dying on the sawdust of the floor in the Bent Ridge Tavern.

A man lives till he dies, and there is no age in between.

there was a big difference between hurrying and not wasting any time. The man who hurried usually died. Tilghman

creatures smart enough and unlucky enough to have figured out we're alive, and we're going to die without ever knowing any purpose. We can pretend all we want and we can wish all we want, but that basic existential fact remains—we can't know.

We aren't angels. Angels couldn't breathe the air down here. They'd die.