Quotes About Mortality

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

They say that I bring back the past; For instance, Helen comes, Brushing the maggots from her eyes, And, clearing her throat of several thousand years, She says 'I loved . . .'; but cannot any longer Remember names. Sad Helen. Or Alexander, wearing His imperial cobwebs and breastplate of shining worms Wakens and looks for his glasses, to find the empire Which he knows he put beside his bed.

In the past I wanted to be hung. It was worth while being hung to be a hero, seeing that life was not really worth living.

All yings are time rats, time bandits. Open their guts and what you find inside their digestive tract are the second and minutes of hundreds of men's lives. Time cannibals. All those broken minute and hour hands just lying undigested in their stomach. It makes me want to drink.

Le temps est un grand professeur, mais malheureusement il tue ses élèves.

Yet when this day has ended my child will be older and I will be nearer to dead. Why should I wish for this to happen any sooner than it already will?

ja jos koko ajan ajattelen kuolemaa se ei yllätä minua koskaan

Ich legte mich auf den Boden und hörte die Welt ihre Runden drehn im Gleichschritt der Verwesung.

Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.

Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

Perhaps a stable order can only be established on earth if man always remains accurately conscious that his condition is that of a traveller.

Poor wretched beasts (said he) Why gave we you t'a mortall king? De dumty dumty dum De dumty dumty dumty dum de dumty dumty dum? De dumty dumty dumty dum de dumty dumty dum? Of all the miserable'st things that breathe and creepe on earth, No one more wretched is then man. And for your deathless birth, Hector must faile to make you prise

I did not know what breath meant until she died. It was everything that gave me quickness and life: it was thought, feeling, animation. Without it there was nothing.

I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to.

I do eat well. I try to love my body. That is what I tell my daughter. I say, 'Love every bite of food. Love your body. We're all going to be dead soon.' Actually I don't say that last thing to her.

Now that Dad was gone I was starting to see how mortality was bound up in things like that cold, arc-lit sky. How the world is full of signs and wonders that come, and go, and if you are lucky you might see them. Once, twice. Perhaps never again.

We are bad at time, too. We cannot remember what lived here before we did; we cannot love what is not. Nor can we imagine what will be different when we are dead.

A corpse is seldom attractive.

A real writer has to be able to write about the body. They have to. It's where we live." So

Katherine, I could die horribly here in this chair, and my blood could spray all over the room and cover the pages of that fascinating book you're reading, and I believe, that you'd just wipe the worst away and keep going.

I am not important. If I take a break, no one dies. And this is A Good Thing.

I don't think kids have a problem with death. It's us older ones who are nearer to it, that start being frightened.

purely hated myself because I hadn't bothered to ask his name. People oughtn't to breeze into your life and out again in ten seconds, without leaving even a name behind. As Mr. Dickens once pointed out, we're all on our way to the grave together.

Here all may see my body lie/ But not my soul, for that can fly!