Quotes About Mortality

A death is never good. It's never pleasant. We can only ignore it, until our time comes.

We are soldiers, Highness. We understand tomorrow could be the last day. Or the day after. A soldier has so little control over the time or manner of his ending. He can always choose how he faces it.

Anyone can change the world. But no one can change it forever. In a hundred years, no one you know will be alive. What will it matter then if we fought or just spent our days sleeping in the sun?

All men die, Genghis. All. Think what it means for a moment. None of us are remembered for more than one or two generations.

How you raise your sons and daughters matters. The wife who warms you at night matters. The joy you take in being alive, the pleasure of strong drink, companionship and stories. All that matters, but when you are dust, other men go on without you.

Time and age extinguish, even, the greatest flame

Goats can be milked many times, but killed only once

it is a truth of historical fiction that all the characters are long dead; all the lives and stories have ended, and usually not well.

It's going to be like this from now on...The longer we live, the more of our friends we'll lose.

For some girls, our bodies are not immortal so much as expendable, we have punished them or wearied from dragging them around for so long and so we go wearing the brilliant plumage of the possibly freed by death.

We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain. We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, but we know that we rose and walked, that after a while we shall lie down again.

All lovely things will have an ending,All lovely things will fade and die,And youth, that's now so bravely spending,Will beg a penny by and by.

Human beings are caught in a unique and unavoidable dilemma: on one hand, we have astounding powers of perception, memory, analysis, imagination - and we know it. We each feel our own uniqueness and grandeur; we should be gods. But we can't help noticing that our remarkable powers are attached to a dying animal. (summarizing Becker's writings)

When we are no longer children we are already dead.

Desires Like the beautiful bodies of those who died young, tearfully interred in a grand mausoleum with roses by their heads and jasmine at their feet – so seem those desires that have passed without fulfilment; without a single night of pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.

The funny thing about life is that it's slowly ending, every second of every day, but it's the fear of ending that drives us the most to live.

When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.

We're beings toward death, we're featherless, two-legged, linguistically-conscious creatures born between urine and feces whose body will one day be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms. That's us.

all a guy can do is die once. The big difference is whether he dies clean - or dirty... ("I'm Dangerous Tonight")

She passed through them without a glance. The living have no time to look at death; they cannot see it even if they try.

That which is so universal as death must be a blessing. And none may escape its benediction.

I was trying to cheat death. I was only trying to surmount for a little while the darkness that all my life I surely knew was going to come rolling in on me some day and obliterate me. I was only to stay alive a little brief while longer, after I was already gone.

Tattoo the pristine flesh What is permanent anyway? This ink only lasts 'til the grave, Time will decompose That which we did compose.

There were two worlds, two lives, for each person: this one--brief, narrow, finite; and the hereafter-- eternal, limitless, infinite. Fame, to mean anything, should go with one into the next world, where one could enjoy it perpetually.