Quotes About Mortality

Death is terrible to Cicero desirable to Cato and indifferent to Socrates.

If this is dying I don't think much of it.

Make sure to send a lazy man for the Angel of Death.

Around around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo.

Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live and is full of misery. He cometh up and is cut down like a flower he fleeth as it were a shadow and never continueth in one stay.

We begin to die as soon as we are born and the end is linked to the beginning.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination try to visualize a world without death.

Everybody's gotta die sometime. That's life.

The best way to get praise is to die.

No matter how rich you become how famous or powerful when you die the size of your funeral will still pretty much depend on the weather.

Dear Whoever-that-just-found-out-that-they-have-a-terminal-illness, don't let that put you down. Technically, we are all dying.

Every day is a lie, he said. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

My feelings about my mortality are less selfish than they used to be. I used to affect a cavalier attitude to death now I see it from my son's perspective.

Part of the bargain of being alive is that one takes a chance at dying a premature or painful death, be it from violence, accident, or disease.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.

Death makes us sad, but it can also make us feel more alive.

I think that people would like to, at all times, reject death and disease with technology.

That's what all we are: amateurs. We don't live long enough to be anything else.

Style makes you feel great because it takes your mind off the fact that you're going to die.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

You may win your heart's desire, but in the end you're cheated of it by death.

Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.