Quotes About Mortality

There is no life without death.

Do not go gentle into that good night,' Samuel. 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on Earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else. (Hao)

She said that time and death are the greatest enemies all of us must face, and the only weapon stronger than they are is love.

To Philosophize Is to Learn to Die

Above all, he was posing the question that has vexed philosophers for centuries: Knowing that we are going to die, how are we to live?

On the pediment of the town hall, Death turns his sunglasses to mark the hours. No one takes any notice. it is eternal, this present. The world will gain little by continuing to evolve. This civilisation has reached its peak. A few details may need to be sorted out. some drugs could do with refining.

He was in his secret room in the heart now. Having entered he could be bold. A man hasn't to be on his best behavior in Heaven; he can kick the furniture around. He can stoop down and picks up lumps of mortality without being born again to die.

To be dead is to stop believing in the masterpieces we will begin tomorrow.

I asked Dahmer why he started keeping the heads. He answered that it was a shame to go through all the trouble of meeting them, bringing them home, killing them, and cutting them up, just to throw everything away. He wanted to keep some part of the men with him. Besides, he could then bring out the skulls later and masturbate while thinking of the time he had spent with each lover.

He felt that what he had done could never be forgiven and he was destined to go to hell, so it didn't matter if he killed more people.

I knew I was lucky to go undetected and I was afraid my luck would run out. I feared that I would be caught, but the allure of a warm body, one that would not leave at the end of the night, stayed with me, and I constantly thought about killing again.

David Eagleman once wrote that everyone dies twice – first when we stop breathing, and second when your name is mentioned for the last time.

Thank God life ends—we'd never survive it. From Big Bang to weary shag, the history of the world. Our flesh is ferocious...our bodies will kill us...our bones will outlive us.

But,' he thinks, 'it's possible to die before you die.

Without pain, it feels almost like I don't have a body at all, almost like I'm a ghost, sitting in a chair, blinded and eternal. Like I'm dead already. Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

Isn't dying once enough? he thinks. Am I going to have to keep doing it? But then he thinks, No. Because you can die before you're dead, too.

Death is suddenly objectionable to you when the dead has a name you know?

Believing that, even though you are not personally in control of everything that happens, that even as our days are numbered and death comes for the righteous and the wise just as it does for the foolish and the wicked – that even lost as we are among the stars – your life nevertheless counts for something that is original and unique, a one-time-only appearance of your personality here on earth, something to be appreciated and maximized, made the most of, every day.

The agreement was known as a tontine, an antique investment instrument, with origins in seventeenth-century Europe, in which a number of participants band together in what is effectively a mortality lottery, pooling their funds with an understanding that the last investor to die will win everything.

As the negative publicity continued to swirl around OxyContin, Richard Sackler was privately seething. "The whole thing is a sham," a sympathetic friend reassured him. If people die because they abuse the drug, "then good riddance.

An awful lot of people come onto earth, eat, work and die and never contribute anything to the world,' Albert Price told a reporter. 'If they die, at least they will have done something.

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.