mortality

We're all drowning, but don't say it out loud.

I read once, somewhere, that the way you know you've grown up is when your future death becomes a stone in your shoe: when you feel it with every step.

Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.

Krishna was once asked what was the most miraculous thing in all creation, and he replied, "That a man should wake each morning and believe deep in his heart that he will live forever, even though he knows that he is doomed.

That morning, he was afraid of becoming old, and it was a very specific kind of old age he feared, one which had nothing to do with the number of years since your birth. He feared the premature old age of missed opportunities.

It's a harrowing experience to see death approaching in haste towards you, what is hell but confronting your own mortality

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. I've thought a great deal about my life and my country. I think there is little that can be truly known. My family has been fortunate. Others were less so. As they are often quick to point out.

As Adam brought death, so Christ brought life; as Adam is the father of mortality, so Christ is the father of immortality.

A life is not a waste of time

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

Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life__ wilted petal, a black spot on the apple__he painter is giving you a secret message. He__ telling you that living things don__ last__t__ all temporary. Death in life. That__ why they__e called natures mortes. Maybe you don__ see it at first with all the beauty and bloom, the little speck of rot. But if you look closer__here it is.

Accepting death doesn't mean you won't be devastated when someone you love dies. It means you will be able to focus on your grief, unburdened by bigger existential questions like, "Why do people die?" and "Why is this happening to me?" Death isn't happening to you. Death is happening to us all.

A heroic, losing battle! I'm tired of brave men who die. There's nothing pretty about losing.

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.

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

Because we have only one (life) we go about blundering along him nervous haste.

I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia

Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.