One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.
A man dies not for the many wounds that pierce his breast, unless it be that life's end keep pace with death, nor by sitting on his hearth at home doth he the more escape his appointed doom.
There is a way that a younger person can accept the inevitable problem that they're going to die, whereas somebody a little bit older might be overcome.
Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.
He's the type of man who will end up dying in his own arms.
I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.
All games contain the idea of death.
Death ready stands to interpose his dart.
A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you
You will die and it will all be over. You will die and find out everything or cease asking.
And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.
And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead!
From him [Death] alone of all the powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.
Favour will as surely perish as life.
It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.
The body is mortal and the mind is mortal; both, being compounds, must die.
At the end of your life, you're lucky if you die.
That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
The sparrow still falls.
I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?
Men believe death's elections to be a thing inscrutable yet every act invites the act which follows and to the extent that men put one foot before the other they are accomplices in their own deaths as in all such facts of destiny.
For when a people is not willing or able to fight for its existence- Providence in its eternal justice has decreed that people's end.
As we go through life our relationship with our own mortality and our inevitable demise increases.
