Quotes About Mortality

Before you say again that you're going to die, I want to tell you something. There are people who spend their entire lives searching for a moment like the one you had last night, but they never achieve it. That's why, if you were to die now, you would die with your heart full of love.

People live to save themselves. You will understand that at the moment of your own death.

Are the latter aware of their limitations, and do they know that life is short and wonder what point there is in going on?

but in her everything lasted. She had all she ever had. Everything she had, the home she and Mark had made, his death, Blake's sharp and passionate love to make her know herself a woman, the children—she had all of it forever, to be the rich experience from which she drew her life, her life which was so much more than her mortal

When my children were teenagers, I took them to meet the Sixteenth Karmapa. As they weren't Buddhists, I asked His Holiness to say something that didn't require any understanding of the dharma. Without hesitating, he told them: "You are going to die; and when you do, you will take nothing with you but your state of mind.

The second reminder is impermanence. Life is very brief. Even if we live to be a hundred, it's very brief.

If you realize that you don't have that many more years to live and if you live your life as if you actually had only a day left, then the sense of impermanence heightens that feeling of preciousness and gratitude.

Just consider how terrible the day of your death will beOthers will go on speaking and you will not be able to argue back

You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.

If you are ready to die, then you are ready to live.

Fluidity is the way to an empty mind. You must free your ambitious mind and learn the art of dying.

I'd like to make as much art as I possibly can before I die, so I'm working on a few things.

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

The best came from my martial arts teacher, who also taught Elvis. He said, Your ego will get you killed.

Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

...as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn't touch.

People say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death.

Art is drama. Any relationship to art is also a relationship to death.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.

Know thy birth! For dost thou art, and shalt to dust return.

In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat bread, Till thou return unto the ground; for thou Out of the ground wast taken; know thy birth, For dust thou art, and shalt to dust return.