Quotes About Mortality

I romanced internally about early death till it was too late to die early.

A great doctor kills more people than a great general.

If death turned out to be a lack of being rather than a lack of consciousness, well, then, that sucked.

So you find yourself surrounded by death and horror in the world, and you escape it into lust. But lust has no duration; it leaves you again in the desert.

Live before you die, so that death is also a lively celebration.

Death is death. Whether you die smiling or with tears in your eyes, it amounts to the same thing. A whole heap of nothing

Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made / Something more equal to the centuries / Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.

If the matter of death is reduced to sleep and rest, what can there be so bitter in it, that any one should pine in eternal grief for the decease of a friend?

Let death and exile, and all other things which appear terrible be daily before your eyes, but chiefly death, and you win never entertain any abject thought, nor too eagerly covet anything.

All true stories end in death.

Death is the surest calculation that can be made.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.

I keep thinking how young can you die from old age

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.

Always be ready; always live in such a way that death can never find you unprepared.

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Death is there to keep us honest and constantly remind us we are free.

Death and the sun are not to be looked at steadily.

Death is the tax the soul has to pay for having a name and a form.

Death makes sad stories of us all.

Death is just the moment that your hourglass runs out of sand. That's it. It happens to everyone eventually. All any of us gets to decide is where the sand falls.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.