Quotes About Mortality

I've been obsessed with death since I was a little kid.

I am 75, but I'm younger than he was when he died because I didn't live life as hard as he did.

Words have a longevity that I do not have.

I just looked at him because I want to be looking in someone's eyes when I die.

I'm definitely not afraid of death. It's like I'm looking forward to it, really. I'm probably a little more afraid of living.

Though I'm 75, I'm not looking forward to death, but it's there for all of us.

I'm hyper-focused on loss. But I know it's just the impermanence of being here.

I would lying if I said I would laugh in the face of death.

We're all going to die. While I'm still here, I want to make a difference.

I'm a great will maker. I've made my will every year since I was 21.

Here lies the bodies of three brothers... enwrapt in silence and the Arms of Death, Exposed to Worms lies three once charming Boys... 1784

I'm going to bed, where I may die.

If you're thinking of calling on that Mrs. Pentstemmon, you can save yourself the trouble. The old biddy's dead. Dead? said Sophie. She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die.

She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die.

You know this could kill me, don't you?' 'Look on the bright side,' said Howl. 'It could be me it kills.

And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die

She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die. "Yes.

Dead?" said Sophie. She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die.

I feel ill. I'm going to bed, where I may die. - Howl

Morta? - repetiu Sophie. Ela teve o tolo impulso de acrescentar: Mas estava viva a uma hora! No entanto, se conteve, porque a morte é assim: as pessoas estão vivas até que morrem.

Dead? said Sophie. She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die.

Every day our life was full of thoughts of the horrible present, and even our own death.

I looked out into the dead garden. Against the fading light, my shadow hovered in the glass, looking into the dead room. What did she make of us? I wondered. What did she think of our attempts to persuade ourselves that this was life and that we were really living it?

People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist.