Quotes About Mortality

We must always think about death, because death always thinks about us!

Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.

My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

I was thinking about dying the other day the death thought came while I was sitting on the toilet peeing - that's where I have my most contemplative thoughts.

Even death is wonderful because, as Woody Allen says, we're not going to know when it happens.

Severally on the occasion of everything that thou doest, pause and ask thyself, if death is a dreadful thing because it deprives thee of this.

Death does not wait for you to be ready! Death is not considerate or fair. And make no mistake: here, you face death.

I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.

You can't choreograph death, but you can choreograph your funeral.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

Death takes us piecemeal, not at a gulp.

We professional athletes are very lucky. Unlike most mortals, we are given the privilege of dying twice - once when we retire and again when death takes us.

I have only one curiosity left: death.

Terror is glamour - not only, but also. I am firmly convinced that there's something like a fascination with death among suicide bombers.

What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?

By the creative act, we are able to reach beyond our own death.

Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

They, then, who are destined to die, need not be careful to inquire what death they are to die, but into what place death will usher them.

How lovely is death; and how niggardly it is doled out.

Death is usually an all-or-nothing thing!