Quotes About Mortality

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress

Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say; Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay good night and quickly turn away.

A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again

A Drinking Song Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.

I heard the old, old man say, "Everything alters, And one by one we drop away." They had hands like claws, and their knees Were twisted like the old thorn trees By the waters. I heard the old, old man say, "All that is beautiful drifts away Like the waters.

Drowned in a vat of whiskey... Oh Death, where is thy sting?

Beds are dangerous. More people die in bed than anywhere else.

I have not learned how often I Can win, can love, but choose to die.

I sometimes think since I've retired, sitting in the shade here and feeling the winds shift, I must have been filled with a child dread you could catch somebody's dying if you got too close. And you can't be too sure.

Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by

The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.

The crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead.

Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful.

In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day.

Let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look. We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help nor pardon.

We dwell upon the earth; the earth obeys The intelligent and evil till they die. The mountains cannot judge us when we lie.

When I feel ill, cinema pictures of the circumstances of my death flit across my mind's eye. I cannot prevent them. I consider the nature of the disease and all I said before I died- something heroic, of course!

Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he give, Yet one would pray to live Another moon! What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July? I might have had to die, Perchance, in June! Is life a thorn? Then count it not a whit! Man is well done with it; Soon as he's born He should all means essay To put the plague away; And I, war-worn, Poor captured fugitive, My life most gladly give - I might have had to live, Another morn!

Preserve my eyes, which are irreplaceable. Preserve my heart, veins, bones, Against the slow death building in them like hornets until the place is entirely theirs. Preserve my tongue and I will bless you again and again…

Preserve my eyes, which are irreplaceable. Preserve my heart, veins, bones, Against the slow death building in them like hornets until the place is entirely theirs. Preserve my tongue and I will bless you again and again…" ?W.S. Merwin

He unscrewed the lid, set it on the dash, snorted from the bottle twice, banged the steering wheel, and said, 'You got to be ready to die every day - then you got a chance.'

The Dodo never had a chance. He seems to have been invented for the sole purpose of becoming extinct and that was all he was good for.

The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance.