Quotes About Mortality

Would it hurt to die?

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really, I'm just a little more out about it.

Near as I can figure, living has always been the primary cause of dying, and the sooner we all accept that simple truth, the better off we'll be." Well,

This tendency to ignore the body can be reinforced by a sense that many of us have; that we do not like ours very much - they might not be as tall or as thin or as attractive as we'd like. Or perhaps they don't work as well as they used to. And, for some of us, there is a whisper at the back of our minds that one day they will let us down catastrophically; there will come a time when our bodies grow old and die, whether we're ready for it or not.

As an atheist, I believe that all life is unspeakably precious, because it's only here for a brief moment, a flare against the dark, and then it's gone forever.

our civilization is very young. None of us live long enough to cope with too much. About the time we begin to get our thoughts straightened out we begin to go senile. Or, in the mean time, we've been knocked over by a taxicab or died of the plague or something else. We don't live that long.

I suspect, even more importantly, the aged are hidden away so that we do not remember that one day we shall all walk that path, that we shall one day grow slow and stooped.

This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.

Your body must become familiar with its death - in all its possible forms and degrees - as a self-evident, imminent, and emotionally neutral step on the way towards the goal you have found worthy of your life.

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.

Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

Life is rather a short walk through eternity. Be they seeds, pups or infants, on the trek they all pick up weight, sensitivity and awareness. Then, much before the end of the run, they deteriorate, lead, legs and lungs. The tragicomedy of existence: the long walk of slow decay.

death does not. Once death exists, I will not. Why should I fear something I will never experience?

We stumble into our graves knowing so well how to have done better.

How does a bird feel when it dies? A fish, a bug...the infinite worm? I think it weeps.

What's so noble about being dead?

There's no word worth your life.

Since I was a child, death is definitely something that I think about every day. But I think that everybody does. You try and avoid it, but it's such a big thing that you can't.

The difference between art about death and actual death is that one's a celebration and the other's a dull fact.

Decay is inherent in all things.

Fight for all you hold dear. Die as if it counts. Life is not so hard Nor is death.

Wat altijd gebeurt als ze nadenkt over doodgaan. Je lichaam weet, ook al houden je hersens zich dom.

Pero no hay rendición de cuentas. Para cada uno de nosotros la muerte es el último día.

Muchos de los vivos también se ven borrosos y a la deriva, no es un defecto exclusivo de los difuntos.