Quotes About Mortality

Man's dignity is in his death.

Maybe I can feel today because I'm dying. And my last words will be: I felt.

Curious, how each one of us secretly carries his private cemetery around with him and watches it filling up with ever new graves. The last one to be our own.

Two riders led Williams to the body. "There lay Bandoola," Williams would write. He stared in disbelief at the rotting corpse, not quite ready to comprehend that his hero was gone. Bandoola's right tusk had been hacked off, and the left remained plowed into the earth where his head had fallen. A single bullet fired directly into his skull had killed him.

Death," she said, as her hand dropped away, " is how you know you were alive in the first place.

One does not learn how to die by killing others.

life begins with endless lader but too short for man to go

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

I only have the quite childish horror of the grave and of nothingness

I paid the watchman fifty kopeks so that I could stay after closing time until the stars came out. And I thought: What is man on this earth? A wretched speck of dust which thinks, works, and suffers. What does he leave behind him?

Did the primitive Ancestor have any inkling of voluntary death? Or is that an attainment of the higher civilizations, which offer no other means of escape? Let's

Pitoyable, celui qui ne songe qu'à sa propre vie, à sa propre mort, il n'a rien compris... et qu'il s'en aille alors, c'est le mieux qu'il puisse faire, qu'il s'en aille avec notre pitié...

He aquí la muerte, fin de un universo.

In my child's homework: Which of the following happens eventually? a) You are born, b) You die, c) A long winter comes to an end, d) Practice makes perfect. I no longer know how to answer this.

Because dying lasts forever until it stops.

But maybe I am wrong, how death is simply death, each slightly different from the next but the final strike all the same. How the skin responds to a wedding dress in the same way it responds to rain.

Beauty is transient and changes with time.

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

If we were doomed to live forever, we would scarcely be aware of the beauty around us.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we're not the first to die.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.

All beauty that surrounds us must one day perish.