Quotes About Mortality

Death must exist for life to have meaning.

Mortals fantasied that love was eternal and its loss unimaginable. Now we know neither is true. Love remained mortal, while we became eternal.

We endow our poor lovers with godly traits, and then destroy them for being mortal.

Name the different kinds of people,' said Miss Lupescu. 'Now.' Bod thought for a moment. 'The living,' he said. 'Er. The dead.' He stopped. Then, '... Cats?' he offered, uncertainly.

You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished.

You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime.

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

TOM Old people, though? Come on. We're all gonna age. It's … CARTER Not me. I hope I'm a goner before then. The elderly make me sick …

I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.

Jim Morrison had star quality and he's dead. Star quality's no good to you when you're dead.

I know his death could have been avoided with a doctor who was really on top of it. He had so much life in him. It was wrong. I played my way through that first show and did "Old Man" for Ben (Keith) at the end. I looked over to my right and he was out there somewhere, but not next to me anymore.

Be absolute for death; for either death or life shall be the sweeter.

Only humans, cursed with the knowledge of their own mortality and that of those whom they loved, were truly alone; each trapped in an ivory tower of skull and bone peeking out through the windows of the soul.     THE

perhaps love was like the mumps. If a woman came down with it after forty, it could kill her

Escucha esto del gran William Blake: "En tu propio pecho llevas tu cielo y tierra, Y todo lo que contemplas, aunque parece fuera, Está dentro, en tu imaginación, De la cual este mundo de mortalidad no es sino una sombra".

Every blade will wither and fade, As the old man dies again. Seasons pass, We're clinging to grass, 'Cause we've lost the sky again.

It's terrible when the old have to bury the young. But it is more terrible when neither the old nor the young are there to bury each other.

The dead outnumber the living fourteen to one, and we ignore the accumulated experience of such a huge majority of mankind at our peril

Forgive an old man. I say this here because pretty soon you get to a place where you're not sure there'll be a tomorrow, where you think I better say this now, here, because not only is time no longer on your side, you realise that it never was, that things were passing by faster than you could appreciate, and whole marvels, the quickening green of springtime, the shapeless shaped songs of unseen birds, the rising and falling of white waves, were passing without you noticing.

there's something undoing about the dying light of mid-afternoon.

Que la vida no es más que una quimera; Una ilusión, un sueño sin orillas, Una pequeña nube pasajera.

Creo que moriré de poesía