Quotes About Mortality

The best course was to buy a house across a road from a cemetery and look at it every morning. Reminding yourself where it all ended anyway you'd never get upset about anything again.

We planted flowers last year and I didn't know if I'd be alive to see them come up.

A physician can sometimes parry the scythe of death, but has no power over the sand in the hourglass.

If man were never to fade away ... but lingered on forever in the world, how things would lose their power to move us. The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty.

let us die young, or let us live forever, We dont have the power but we Never say Never.. Sooner or later we all will be gone, y dont u stay young?

Live not as though there were a thousand years ahead of you. Fate is at your elbow; make yourself good while life and power are still yours.

I'll make a beautiful corpse.

I was just growing old enough to start realizing my own limitations, which is the first step to dying, I think.

I am blessed. I am blessed because I am going to go long before any of them do. I am not going to have to grieve for them, because they are going to have to grieve for me.

It is easier to bring up death when it's not in the same area code as you are, and it wasn't back then. It is probably worth noting that nobody has mentioned it to me in the last couple of years.

When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.

The difference between death and taxes is death doesn't get worse every time Congress meets.

We're all in the end-of-your-life book-club, whether we acknowledge it or not; each book we read may well be the last, each conversation the final one.

Mom agreed but pointed out that she'd been doing the same with others too—talking about books with my sister and brother and some of her friends. "I guess we're all in it together," she said. And I couldn't help but smile at the other meaning of the phrase. We're all in the end-of-our-life book club, whether we acknowledge it or not; each book we read may well be the last, each conversation the final one.

We've reached a point in American history when death has become almost the last obscenity. Have you noticed how many of us refuse to say 'he or she died'? We're far more likely to say 'she passed away,' as though death were a sterile process of modest preparation, followed by shrink-wrapping, then rapid transit—where? Well, elsewhere. In short, it's the single thing we're loath to discuss in public.

We're all in the end-of-our-life book club, whether we acknowledge it or not; each book we read may well be the last, each conversation the final one.

I guess we're all in it together," she said. And I couldn't help but smile at the other meaning of the phrase. We're all in the end-of-our-life book club, whether we acknowledge it or not; each book we read may well be the last, each conversation the final one. I

The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch,

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Op dit moment gaat een tipje van de sluier omhoog die over het hele leven ligt: dat ik altijd en in alles weerloos, machteloos en vervangbaar als een atoom ben en dat alle bewustzijn, alle wil, hoop en vrees alleen maar manifestaties zijn van het mechanisme waarvolgens de menselijke moleculen zich bewegen in de peilloze kosmische materiedamp.

Omdat men zal weten dat over de mens niets te bewijzen valt, dat er van hem in doen en laten, in wezen en verschijning, in heden en verleden, nog geen schim valt te bekennen van wat hij is en is geweest. Wij zijn niets anders dan de strandvonders van ons eigen leven, brokstukken verzamelend langs de zee der vergetelheid. In onze hand lopen wij met de verroeste spijkers van een groot, gezonken schip - en wij denken dat dit oudroest een horloge is.

we should love all of our dear ones …, but always with the thought that we have no promise that we may keep them forever—nay, no promise even that we may keep them for long.

Marcus suggests that when we know our death is at hand, we can ease our anguish on leaving this world by taking a moment to reflect on all the annoying people we will no longer have to deal with when we are gone.

all we have is "on loan" from Fortune, which can reclaim it without our permission—indeed, without even advance notice. Thus,