Quotes About Mortality

Certain aspects of dying are still a mystery to me now, but as I grow and study life more, the end of my life becomes more of a certain truth.

The worst illness is to live life that others want you to live and best medicine to this illness is "Awareness of Death

Every breath you take is a step forward toward death. (Hazrat Ali-As)

Life is short. Live each day to the fullest. You may see God face-to-face tomorrow...

...death is inevitable for all of us. The only thing that really matters in the end is how we choose to live.

Live life with grace, there is no return from the grave.

Writing keeps death at bay. Every book I write is a triumph over death. ... If we did not know we'd die, we'd wander around and sleep like cats.

You Can't Live If You Can't Die

People don't always value life, even their own, as much as they should.

You never know how long you have-there might not BE a later-so don't let things go unsaid or unforgiven.

Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.

Death has become so predictable that I have neither the youthful reverence of it nor the middle-age fear.

Why do all great men, live not long enough, to see their greatness?

I can tell you something remarkable about that time, although it has only just occurred to me now. I never thought about death, like I do now. I never worried about dying. I only ever thought about being alive.

Hesitation is a half way to death

Open the door and close the heaven, because we stay here on earth. Jan Jansne

Perhaps, he thought, we should all live as if we're dying.

But then, What is not vain, by God, in lives of men? All is in vain! We play at blind man's buff Until hard edges break into out path. Man life's is error. Where, then, is relief? In shedding tears or wrestling down my grief?

Certainly Delhi is unimaginably antique, and age is a metaphysic, I suppose. Illustrations of mortality are inescapable there, and do give the place a sort of nagging symbolism. Tombs of emperors stand beside traffic junctions, forgotten fortresses command suburbs, the titles of lost dynasties are woven into the vernacular, if only as street names.

Waarschijnlijk omdat de dood de enige ziekte is waar we niet mee besmet hoeven te worden, waarvan we de bacil al vanaf de geboorte bij ons dragen.

Het is een mooie kringloop, je moet er alleen niet een zin in willen ontdekken. Dat is misschien de enige les die er te leren valt. Gewoon als een blad naar de aarde kunnen tuimelen zonder dat je vindt dat je moet denken dat je vleugeltjes krijgt en weer omhoogvliegt het heelal in. De perzik van onsterfelijkheid is een aardig verzinsel, maar die vrucht heeft beslist geen pit. Het is maar een ezelsbruggetje naar de dood.

skull stares at me with foreboding, another one a head with an open-mouthed scream. They run together so they're barely distinguishable, the black rose the only reminder of his humanity.

When the body dies, where will they go, those migrant birds and prayer calls, as heat from sheets when taken from a dryer? With voices of the ones I loved, great loves and small loves, train wheels, crickets, clock-ticks, thunder – where will they, when in fragrant, tumbled heat they also leave?

He himself felt frightened and alarmed when he reflected on the inevitability of old age, sickness and death. He became silent and withdrawn.