Mortality Quotes

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?...

And perhaps the greatest blessing was that we never knew how short the time was.

This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a...

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that it cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certai...

Ignorance of mortality is a comfort.

The human animal is a beast that dies and if he's got money he buys and buys and buys and I think th...

It’s quite possible that mortality is simply the result of poor education.

At the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of Heaven fills those who are quitting the light o...

The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodie...

The moral sense in mortals is the dutyWe have to pay on mortal sense of beauty.

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridicul...

Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of themoon.It was only a glass because he looked ...

I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric productAnd look at quintillions ripened, and loo...

There is nothing serious in mortality! Solomon in all his glory was Solomon with the elements of the...

Darker and darker, he said; farther and farther yet. Death takes the good, the beautiful, and the yo...

Death like style is the removal of rubbish.

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so...

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothin...

Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

Do you believe that you will die? Yes man is mortal I am a man ergo... no that isn't what I mean. I ...

Do you believe that you will die? Yes, man is mortal, I am a man, ergo... No, that isn't what I mean...

You will not be here--I shall not be here--much lo

Ere the horne'd owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News o...

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

There is not love of life without despair about life.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

Death is the only serious preoccupation in life.

Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, with a gift of tears;Grief, with a...

Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.

For the majority of people, though they do not know what to do with this life, long for another that...

...as if Hollywood were the name of the enchanted forest where you loose yourself and find yourself,...

They had waited for too long, and the result was this hiatus, and the reflection that time and patie...

Come here, let me share a bit of wisdom with you.Have you given much thought to our mortal condition...

Come here, let me share a bit of wisdom with you.Have you given much thought to our mortal condition...

Now every mortal has painand sweat is constant,but if there is anything dearer than being alive,it's...

Malady of mortality

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

I don't think you can hold in your mind the full conception of what the world is.

As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.

I saw to the south a man walking. He was breaking ground in perfect silence. He wore a harness and p...

The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but that we cared wild...

The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wild...

A shapeless figure bent over him, he smelt the fresh leather of the revolver belt; but what insignia...

I know what's wrong with me - I could never stand still for death! Which you've got to do by a certa...

A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones: for life is short.

I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.

Humans are in love with the idea of our persisting,' he said. 'We fetishize it, really. Our retireme...

I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive. I am not young and I love...

A drop of water is not immortal; it can be resolved into oxygen and hydrogen. If, therefore, a drop ...

Death defeats us in the end. But our children are our revenge against it.

I never liked hearing anyone say I was the new George Gershwin, because I knew I could have never ev...

It is odd that the Bible says, ‘God created man,’ whereas it is the other way round: man has created...

Never use abstract nouns when concrete ones will do. If you mean “More people died” don’t say “Morta...

The great art of life is to moderate our passions. Objects of affection are like other belongings. W...

The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ours...