Mortality Quotes
I knew that the Name was still with him, animating his soul, even as his body failed.
The democratic age mourns the value of human beings.
It's good to remember…So you know you need to do now, So you know that you ain't got forever just right now, Good to remember death man.
It isn't about being fair and equal. It's about the difference between right and wrong." He stared out at the bloody Elinarch. "And this was wrong.
Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?" "I do, " Dunbar told him. "Why?" Clevinger asked. "What else is there?
he had offered some of his own background. A youth in the South. An education in the North. Bred for life in the East. Trying not to die in the West.
And we went through AIDS... which was as good a course in mortality as anyone is likely to get, short of war.
If you don't make peace with your own mortality, you'll never know what it's like to truly be alive.
Your faces are very beautiful, but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire.
She's thirty-four years old. In fifty, sixty years, she'll be dead, and everything reminds her of this fact but him. With Arnie, she imagines she might live forever.
The things that frighten us most are those that remind us of our fragile existence
I don't think you can hold in your mind the full conception of what the world is.
You will always be special to someone. Unless you grow so old, everyone you knew went ahead
Without time, you have only the bottomless, shapeless mire of eternity....Time is what gives life significance.
Death defeats us in the end. But our children are our revenge against it.
I think the only way to properly face doom is to be on time.
I know what the fear is.The fear is not for what is lost.What is lost is already in the wall.What is lost is already behind the locked doors.The fear is for what is still to be lost.
Mortality is one of the greatest gifts ever bestowed. After a long and fruitful life, we are able to rest.
The Earth is an animal that shakes off its fleas when they dig too deep, bite too hard.
Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of mortality itself. Now there is a loss beyond imagining.
Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a fast-flitting meteor a fast-flying cloud A flash of the lightning a break of the wave He passes from life to his rest in the grave.