My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.
Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition, men have at all times, and in all countries, called in some physical aid to their moral consolations - wine, beer, opium, brandy, or tobacco.
Ageing destroys youth, sickness destroys health, degeneration of life destroys all excellent qualities and death destroys life. Even if you are a great runner, you cannot run away from death. you cannot stop death with your wealth, through your magic performances or recitation of mantras or even medicines. Therefore, it is wise to prepare for your death.
Dying can't be all that difficult-up to now everyone has managed to do it.
Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it.
When we exist, death is not yet present, and when death is present, then we do not exist.
Human life without death would be something other than human; consciousness of mortality gives rise to out deepest longings and greatest accomplishments.
The first kind of evil is that which is caused to man by the circumstance that he is subject to genesis and destruction, or that he possesses a body.
Here am I, a human being and that has a body that is getting old. And I only have one, I can't trade it in.
The difference between kitties and humans is that we are aware of our mortal condition, and the burden of consciousness is to evoke and embody and explore the coordinates of our condition.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
We're only immortal for a limited time.
The Green Lantern is a unique superhero because it's not that he's super that is his focus; it's that he's a man. He's very human. That's his greatest strength and his greatest weakness.
There is only one ultimate and effectual preventative for the maladies to which flesh is heir, and that is death.
We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.
Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are - hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.
In the nature of things, I must soon lose sight of this sense of constant metamorphosis whose limits bound our human life.
I seem to be a brief light that flashes but once in all the aeons of time a rare, complicated, and all-too-delicate organism on the fringe of biological evolution , where the wave of life bursts into individual, sparkling, and multicolored drops that gleam for a moment... only to vanish forever.
A manpossessesnothing certainlysavea brief loanof his own body.
