Quotes About Mortality

Before long your fears become adult ones: crushing debts and responsibilities, sick parents and sick kids, the possibility of dying unremembered or unloved. Fears of not being the person you were so certain you'd grow up to be.

Daniel seems to rise above the moon with a brilliance in his eyes. He steps toward the sea and screams, more in defiance than rage. "Mortality; O wretched death and mortality! Decay is a demon dream, schemed in symmetry. O, that death crucified might halt its talons, for all will ascend from the grave! Remember the fallen, the slain; their dust is our foundation. Consider their suffering and pain; for there lies a new creation.

We live as emotional transients in a world of isolation. Oh, if I could only borrow back so many wasted moments, but only the arrogant have no regrets; so much is paid for with borrowed time. The infant road, the child's path, in the rising tide of the day, is the aged road the dying path, in the dusk where mortals play.

You do have one prejudice though. I looked back at her again from under the brim of my hat. "You don't care about the living as much as you do the dead.

There's a kind of cocksure attitude that overtakes a man in the presence of the dearly departed, a you're-dead-and-I'm-not kind of perspective.

I do not worry about dying and someday I will die - whereas you worry about dying and someday you will die

though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will live forever. If I don't, I sure as hell won't become an unattended death in the state of Wyoming with sheep shit all over me.

This dread is lousy. When it hits, it's like someone has turned the dial that controls gravity. Everything sinks hard and cold and fast/ It winds you. It's that same feeling, that same sad panic you confront when you can't sleep, when your mind wanders and you remind yourself, for no reason at all, that you're going to die one day. That you will end, you will be buried and forgotten. And everything and everyone you know and remember and love will be void.

I looked at the road below. It was a long way down. I focused on the spot where I would probably land, between the white line and the brown gravel. I wondered if it would hurt or if I would die straight away. Then I wondered who would find me. Maybe it would be a truck driver or a shift worker. I felt bad for them.

When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears.

That we can see and understand everything just as well alive as dead, only when we're alive we don't have the time, or the peace of mind, or the inclination to see and understand what we could. We're too busy rushing to our graves.

Nobody is ready for death. If you ask Joe Blow on the street, he aint gonna tell you he thinks he'll live forever. But when the end is near you'll realize you've been believing that all along. It's like getting caught with your pants down. That's why you gotta live, little one. Yeah stop and smell them roses.

What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Death's reliable.

When, after a long life, it falls out That he takes on a form he had sought And every word carved in stone Grows its hoarfrost, what then? Torches Of Dionysian choruses in the dark mountains From when he comes. And half of the sky With its snaky clouds. A mirror before him. In the mirror the already severed, perishing Thing.

Regret, to no end, in every hour Of a long life. What beautiful work Will redeem the heartbeats of a living creature And what use to confess deeds that last forever?

I wanted to be a judge but those whom I called "they" have changed into myself. I was getting rid of my faith so not to be better than me and women who are certain only of their unknowing. And on the roads of my terrestrial homeland turning round with the music of the spheres I thought that all I could do would be done better one day.

Probably only those things are worth while which can preserve their validity in the eyes of a man threatened with instant death.

I should be dead already, but there's work to do.

Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

For all the sirens, game-show buzzers, and drum-rolls of life, it is the nature of men to die quietly.

R. L. S. put it like this: 'Let it be enough for faith that the whole creation groans in mortal frailty, strives with unconquerable constancy.

It would be exciting to write a play, Barbara thought, to see your creations put on the garment of mortality, to hear your words issuing from their mouths. But a play must always be a little disappointing; no actor can completely satisfy an author, and there must be some discrepancy between the author's conception of a character and the actor's expression. This was far better than any play, for the actors were themselves. They couldn't act out of character if they tried,

As long as skies are blue and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY