Mortality Quotes

Me, I'm living under a sword too, as Jack may have told you. An old wino's disease, which could lay ...

Weak and narrow are the powers implanted in the limbs of men; many the woes that fall on them and bl...

[A] right understanding that death is nothingto us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not becaus...

But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to ...

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course...

There is only one true wealth in all the universe--living time.

To accept a little death is worse than death itself.

My son will wear the title well, the Duke thought, and realized with a sudden chill that this was an...

They are now informing me that not only are they better than the powerful, the masters of the world ...

Maybe I'll have a tumour like his someday. At first it will be a small but growing sphere that will ...

I had turned my mind from my survival just as a man suffering from a deadly sickness manages by a th...

Then I could not help wondering what the watching gods thought of us, with our clever masks and our ...

Time itself is a thing, so it seems to me, that stands solidly like a fence of iron palings with its...

Perhaps one has to have placed life in the center of one’s worldview and valued it as much as I have...

Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.

Even if it's being a Beatle for the rest of my life, it's still only a temporary thing.

That flesh is but the glass, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be cr...

...is not all philosophy but preparation for a serene dying?

We do our job and go. See? That is what Death is for. We work out all our little brains and all our ...

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the...

And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love...

Shall a mangrave his sorrows upon a stone when he hath but need to write them onthe water? Nay, oh /...

The democratic age mourns the value of human beings.

And then it struck him what lay buried far down under the earth on which his feet were so firmly pla...

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its stud

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its students."]

O, never from the memory of my heartYour dear, paternal image shall depart,Who while on earth, ere y...

All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only w...

All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of...

All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only w...

In whatever disease sleep is laborious, it is a deadly symptom; but if sleep does good, it is not de...

Pale death kicks with impartial foot at the hovels of the poor and the towers of kings.

It is photography itself that creates the illusion of innocence. Its ironies of frozen narrative len...

As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of non...

I must indeed abide the Doom of Men whether I will or nill: the loss and the silence. But I say to y...

Though mortal Men have little life beside the span of the Elves, they would rather spend it in battl...

For nothing is evil in the beginning.

Yet at the last Beren was slain by the Wolf that came from the gates of Angband, and he died in the ...

It isn't about being fair and equal. It's about the difference between right and wrong." He stared o...

When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children.

I know what the fear is.The fear is not for what is lost.What is lost is already in the wall.What is...

If you want to live forever you are dreadfully dangerous because you're not living now.

You will die, and I, and all we can create—why not a city? But if there is one thing that deserves t...

If we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity. For, i...

In the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all b...

Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at la...

The fundamental fact about all of us is that we’re alive for a while but will die before long. This ...

Puis il réfléchit: la réalité ne coïncide habituellement pas avec les prévisions; avec une logique p...

Let not the rash marble riskgarrulous breaches of oblivion's omnipotence,in many words recallingname...

Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.

I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling wh...

There are many shades in the danger of adventures and gales, and it is only now and then that there ...

Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But i...

There is one question George is asked about life and art and which is more important, and George sai...

The night before brain surgery, I thought about death. I searched out my larger values, and I asked ...

In the depths of his soul Ivan Ilyich knew that he was dying... he simply did not, he could not poss...

Here we are, alone again. It's all so slow, so heavy, so sad. . . I'll be old soon. Then at last it ...

If we all knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we's t...

How is it possible to write one's autobiography in a world so fast-changing as this?

All of us are creatures of a day; the rememberer and the remembered alike. All is ephemeral—both mem...

Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, t...

I wish I could leave you certain of the images in my mind, because they are so beautiful that I hate...

he had offered some of his own background. A youth in the South. An education in the North. Bred for...

The other day as I was stepping out of Star Grocery on Claremont Avenue with some pork ribs under my...

Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly

Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes ...

He looks at houses, chateaus, forests, and thinks about the countless generations who used to see th...

The story of my recent life.' I like that phrase. It makes more sense than 'the story of my life', b...

Each of us is merely a small instrument; all of us, after accomplishing our mission, will disappear.

Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.

They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think...

I had to ride my bike to and from their god damn plant way up north in the high-chemical crime distr...

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

Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face the...

Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oo...

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spinThe Thread of present Life away to win-What? for ourselves, wh...

I used to think that eighty was a very old age. Now I am ninety. I do not think this any more. As lo...

He wasn't supposed to die,' he cried out, somewhat desperately, petulantly, like a spoiled child. Bu...

I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and ...

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.

An Arundel TombSide by side, their faces blurred,The earl and countess lie in stone,Their proper hab...

Simple was never that simple. Still, the self-questioning did take some time to reach him. And if th...

A man who's discontents were barely known to himself, awakening in middle age to the horror of self-...

I sat wondering: Why is there always this deep shade of melancholy over the fields arid river banks,...

Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened,like winter, which even now is passing.For be...

Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too,just once. And never again. But to have beenthis...

We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.

I think Dad wanted to feel the pain, to feel his body cry, an urgent reminder that he was still aliv...

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illne...

To die trying is the proudest humans thing.

The answer is simple: if you cannot find meaning inherent in life right now, as you live it in this ...

The battle with the gods thus hinges on our own mortality! Creativity is a yearning for immortality.

Patience was part of his nature, and he accepted his lot as a short-lived mammal, scurrying in and o...

I write this in the moonlight, straining my ears to hear beyond the cold mechanical clock to the war...

But then why shouldn't he write the dead? He lived with them as much as with the living - perhaps mo...

[T]he habit of living as if in the shadow of death has remained with me, and I consider that, too, a...

I could not turn away from anyone Like you, a stranger, or refuse to help him. I know well, being mo...

Tell me something. Do you believe in God?'Snow darted an apprehensive glance in my direction. 'What?...