Quotes About Mortality

I saw sadness when I looked at what was left of them. The demigods who had once controlled the heavens had been brought low, humbled to the point of death. I always imagined I heart their crumbled masterpieces singing an endless mourning dirge. I turned, looking at the wild grass shivering across the plateau. "I see only reminders that nothing lasts forever, not even greatness." "Some things last." I faced him. "Really? And just what would that be?" "The things that matter.

Gold pleases men, but blood serves the gods, because in the end, your life is all you have to give.

He was a man, not a monster, as you imagine. He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.

It wears on a person, you know, always having to be perfect. You know that one day something will happen,some problem that won't fit into a neat little project. Something that can't be fixed. Then where does that leave you?" She doesn't hesitate. "You become mortal like the rest of us," she says.

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

Killing is different from thinking about killing.

He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.

Death isn't a curse. It's the shadow that gives life its form, and that shadow's whispering to me now.

We're all going to die.

They were dreamers—and they dreamt themselves into the cemetery.

So many dead, Grace thought in melancholy wonder, and realised, for perhaps the first time, that there were more dead people in the world than live ones.

If death is inevitable, one should try to die well.

I don't like when people compliment my looks." "How come?" "I don't know," she said. And then, "Because it reminds me that I'm going to die. If someone says I have nice teeth, I think, One day they'll rot. If they say I have nice hair, I think about it falling out by the fistful.

Knowing that death is hovering in the wings is a great leveller. We regret so many things - and yet what does it matter in the end? We can't change anything

If one sat up as long as an hour past bedtime, except on Christmas and birthdays, one would be ill. Laurie, who had had this explained to him many times and accepted it as incontrovertible fact, inferred from it that after three hours one would probably die.

One must live as if it would be forever, and as if one might die each moment. Always both at once.

I saw death come for you, and I had no philosophy.

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

You are a person and then you cease to be a person, and a cadaver takes your place.

Sharing a room with a cadaver is only mildly different from being in a room alone. They are the same sort of company as people across from you on subways or in airport lounges, there but not there. Your eyes keep going back to them, for lack of anything more interesting to look at, and then you feel bad for staring.

Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is.

The point is that no matter what you choose to do with your body when you die, it won't, ultimately, be very appealing. If you are inclined to donate yourself to science, you should not let images of dissection or dismemberment put you off. They are no more or less gruesome, in my opinion, than ordinary decay or the sewing shut of your jaws via your nostrils for a funeral viewing.

Bibamus, moriendum est. -Death's unavoidable, let's have a drink!

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more…