Quotes About Mortality

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death,as men call him,ends what they call men —but beauty is more now than dying's when

To Morgan, the disfigurement of his monstrous nose was the touch of God upon him, the assurance of mortality. It was the steadiest assurance he had.

There is great human shame when people die before they are ready. It's as if their living didn't matter at all.

There is great human shame when people die before they are ready. It's as if their living didn't matter at all. I

If people bring so much courage to this world that world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

I want a poem I can grow old in. I want a poem I can die in. -A WOMAN PAINTED ON LEAF (In a Time of Violence)

next time you say, «I have nothing in common with this person,» remember that you have a great deal in common: A few years from now - two years or seventy years, it doesn't make much difference - both of you will have become rotting corpses, then piles of dust, then nothing at all. This is a sobering and humbling realization that leaves little room for pride. [... ] In that sense , there is total equality between you and every other creature.

Many people don't realize until they are on their deathbed and everything external falls away that no thing ever had anything to do with who they are.

Death is not an anomaly or the most dreadful of all events as modern culture would have you believe, but the most natural thing in the world, inseparable from and just as natural as its polarity — birth.

And then, just when you thought you made it or that you belong here, the return movement begins. Perhaps people close to you begin to die, people who were a part of your world. Then your physical form weakens; your sphere of influence shrinks. Instead of becoming more, you now become less, and the ego reacts to this with increasing anxiety or depression.

You are only allowed to see a sanitized version of death.

But I still have to pay the bills tomorrow, and I am still going to grow old and die just like everybody else. So how can I ever say that I am free of time?

Each person's life, each life-form infact, represents a world, a unique way in which the universe experiences itself. And when your form dissolves, a world comes to an end - one of countless worlds.

and yet I feel that I cannot go on living forever;

And with these thoughts came a realization of how unimportant to the life and happiness of the world is the existence of any one of us. We may be snuffed out without an instant's warning, and for a brief day our friends speak of us with subdued voices. The following morning, while the first worm is busily engaged in testing the construction of our coffin, they are teeing up for the first hole to suffer more acute sorrow over a sliced ball than they did over our, to us, untimely demise.

As a mistress, death seemed lacking in many essentials. Therefore, I decided not to die.

He was softly breathing his life away, the dark blood flowing down his skin of snow and his eyes growing heavy and dim. She kissed him, but Adonis knew not that she kissed him as he died.

Moderately wise each one should be, Not overwise, for a wise man's heart Is seldom glad. Cattle die and kindred die. We also die. But I know one thing that never dies, Judgment on each one dead.

We seek the dead only, to return to earth the body, of which no man is the owner, but only for a brief moment the guest. Dust must return to dust again.

She rose, and walking across the floor stood gazing at herself for a long time in the brightly lit mirror above the mantelpiece. The lines in her face came out terribly; she looked old; and when a girl looks old to herself, how does she look to other people?

People, I had by this time found, all stopped living at one time or another, however many years longer they continued to be alive ...

What are you going to do with your self now?'... 'I? said Fen. 'I shall pursue my orderly and dignified progress towards the grave.

LOOK NOW, IN YOUR IGNORANCE, ON THE FACE OF DEATH.