Quotes about Mortality
The thing about death is it reminds you the story we are telling has finality.
— Donald Miller
Surely none are so mad as those who are content to live unprepared to die.
— JC Ryle
Surely none are so crazy as those who are content to live unprepared to die. Surely the unbelief of men is the most amazing thing in the world.
— JC Ryle
As I just told Miriam, we'll die a hundred times before the day finally comes if we give in to fear.
— Lynn Austin
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
— John Donne
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
— John Donne
All men die; few men ever really live.
— John Eldredge
Most men think they are simply here on earth to kill timeāand it's killing them.
— John Eldredge
The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live. Sure, you can create a safe life for yourself... and end your days in a rest home babbling on about some forgotten misfortune. I'd rather go down swinging. Besides, the less we are trying to "save ourselves," the more effective a warrior we will be.
— John Eldredge
For in the final analysis, our most basic common link, is that we all inhabit this small planet, we all breathe the same air, we all cherish our children's futures, and we are all mortal.
— John F. Kennedy
In the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.
— John F. Kennedy
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.
— John Keats