Quotes About Mortality

I lost someone very close to me and afterward I believed I could have saved him had I been a better friend to him. But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of it [dignity]. It's never dignified, always brutal. What's dignified about dying? It's never dignified. And in obscurity? Offensive. Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. And it's fleeting and incredibly mercurial. And subjective. So fuck it.

There has not been a beautiful death in the history of mankind.

When I was very young I couldn't watch anything black and white on TV because I knew the people moving were now dust.

If a boy became sick he walked alone; the others were afraid to catch what he had, and did not want to know him too well for he would surely die soon. We did not want his voice in our heads.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them

I survived long enough to remember saying yes to life and "no" or at least "slow down" to a slow death.

You don't know what it's like to be a man over thirty who's never had anything happen to him. You spend so many years trying to stay safe, stay alive, to avoid some unknown horror. Then you realize the horror is existence itself. The nothing-happening. —You were bored. —I wasn't bored. I was dying. I am dying. But this week was different. There was alignment and order and a coming-to. —

Necross: The wound! It will prove fatal -- but -- I am not worried! Cerebus: Really? Why not? Necross: Because that means I'll be dead in a few minutes . . . OOPS . . . better make that a few . . . seconds . . .

Death is knowing you're about to die,' says Mam. It's seeing the dead and seeing the living all at once. It's wanting not to die and not to live. It's wanting to stay with the last breath when the dead and the living are all around you, and touching you, and whispering, It's all right, Mam. Everything's all right. But there's no way of staying with the last breath. You have to die.

At the end of a lifetime's worth of lights and nights, it seemed that family was really the only important thing there was. And yet how many of us truly appreciated that significance before our last breath left us?

At the end of a lifetime's worth of lights and nights, it seemed that family was really the only important thing there was. And yet how many of us truly appreciated that significance before our last breath left us? We lost family all the time, and we mourned them and buried them and remembered them. Wouldn't it be better to celebrate family while they are alive to a greater degree than when they are no longer with us?

Mankind has gotten so very sick. Sometimes I'm glad that I'm very near the end of my days on earth.

Important man, they say. Lot of important men in this world. But they die just like the rest of us. God's way of making life fair.

Vega, death is only fear. Without fear, there is no death. Without death, there are no bars. Without bars, there is only freedom.

She was around fifty and her eye sockets were starting to recede into her face like a pond starting to dry up.

Growing old is so darn unappealing until you consider the alternative.

Busy day and I'm not getting any younger. And Irene Cramer's not getting any older. And somebody has to answer for that.

But he was also scared, because you did not go into his line of work, or at least survive very long in it, without a commonsensical understanding of your own mortality.

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have. David Bowie

Blackstar, two days before his death. And interestingly, that record was a kind of self-interview—Bowie's most fearless and open of them all, wherein he answers the ultimate hard question "What is it like to be dying?"—and reveals in poetic detail what had meaning to him in his life Ã¢â'¬Â¦ while addressing his audience with a certain innate gratitude as he says goodbye.

Life doesn't amount to a hill of beans.

And how long dost thou expect this dying of thine to persist?' The voice seemed only mildly curious. 'I don't know' I replied through a sudden wave of self pity. 'I've never done it before.

Fear's a part of life, Mandorallen, and it's the only life we have.