Quotes About Mortality

One day in the afternoon of the world, glum death will come and sit in you, and when you get up to walk, you will be as glum as death, but if you're lucky, this will only make the fun better and the love greater.

Death is not an easy thing for anyone to understand, least of all a child, but every life shall one day end. But as long as we are alive, as long as we are together, as long as two of us are left, and remember him, nothing in the world can take him from us. His body can be taken, but not him.

When I began to wait to live I really began to wait to die.

There is no such thing as a soldier. I see death as a private event, the destruction of the universe in the brain and in the senses of one man, and I cannot see any man's death as a contributing factor in the success or failure of a military campaign.

There is little pride in writers. They know they are human and shall some day die and be forgotten. Knowing all this a writer is gentle and kindly where another man is severe and unkind.

Mi sueño es agitado. Mis nervios están desquiciados. Mi piel está seca. Mi cabello cae. Mis ojos están apagados. Las uñas de mis manos y mis pies están quebradizas. Estoy envejeciendo. Comienzo a no encontrar gusto en cosa alguna. Empiezo a aburrirme de las cosas buenas, como me aburro de las malas. Estoy muriendo. Estoy muriendo y no tengo hijos.

To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life;

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die.

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

Make death proud to take us.

Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life

William Shakespeare

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.