Mortal Fate Quotes

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.

To die is but to leave off dying and do the thing once for all.

In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.

O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?

Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!

The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

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.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one.

On Earth, Discord! A gloomy Heaven above, opening her jealous gates to the nineteen thousandth part of the tithe of mankind! And below, an inescapable & inexorable Hell, expanding its leviathan jaws for the vast residue of Mortals!

What is thy sentence then but speechless death.

All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

I could never begin a poem: 'When I am dead' In case it tempted Fate, and Fate gave way.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Run down the list of those who felt intense anger at something: the most famous, the most unfortunate, the most hated, the most whatever: Where is all that now? Smoke, dust, legend...or not even a legend. Think of all the examples. And how trivial the things we want so passionately are.

Death ready stands to interpose his dart.

Death, thou shalt die.

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.