I'm going to be dead for a long time, so I have a lot to do now.
Only those who live forever can act like there's time to waste.
When I consider the small span of my life absorbed in the eternity of all time, or the small part of space which I can touch or see engulfed by the infinite immensity of spaces that I know not and that know me not, I am frightened and astonished to see myself here instead of there … now instead of then.
Our time on Earth is so random.
Naturally, there's got to be a limit for I don't expect to live forever, but I do intend to hang on as long as possible.
The moment you're born you're done for.
Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.
Remember that I too am mortal.
At some point, it comes to an end regardless, however it comes, whether it is retirement or injury; at some point, it comes to an end.
I, for instance, regard any particular man as finite, as one who has had a beginning and who will have an end. He has been born, and he is going to die. In the meantime, he has a body that roots him to this time and this place.
There's something about knowing life is finite that makes it so precious.
I have to go. I have a finite amount of life left and I don't want to spend it arguing with you.
He that begins to live, begins to die.
Humans will die like all living things do, but we have the added burden of knowing that we will.
New research shows that you will be dead longer than you will be alive.
I believe that every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises.
Our individual life is brief, and perhaps the whole life of mankind will be brief if measured in astronomical scale
At most, you will live a hundred years on earth, but you will spend forever in eternity.
Time is numbered only to man.
Do you remember when you found out you wouldn't live forever? People don't talk about this, but everybody had to go through it because you're not born with that knowledge.
I will not last forever. But I am damn well going to know I have been here.
You realize mortality is everywhere.
I can pretty much say all of us know when 'Downton' is going to end. This is a show with a finite life.
Certain, when I was born, so long ago, Death drew the tap of life and let it flow; And ever since the tap has done its task, And now there's little but an empty cask.
How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?
