mortality

Each of us is merely a small instrument; all of us, after accomplishing our mission, will disappear.

I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric productAnd look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.

The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.

I had to ride my bike to and from their god damn plant way up north in the high-chemical crime district, and reachable only by riding on the shoulder of some major freeways. I could feel the years ticking off my life expectancy as the mile markers struggled by.

I know that we have to live each moment because we won__ be here for ever, and that I wouldn__ want to be anyway, because knowing something__ going to end makes you appreciate it more, makes you want to savour every moment.And I know that I won__ sign the Declaration, even if it makes me different, even if it makes me suspicious. Because no one needs to live for ever.I think that sometimes you can outstay your welcome.

To die trying is the proudest humans thing.

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream

Life itself is the axiom of the empty set. It begins in zero and ends in zero.

You will not be here--I shall not be here--much lo

he had offered some of his own background. A youth in the South. An education in the North. Bred for life in the East. Trying not to die in the West.

There are some fights none of us can win.

Even if it's being a Beatle for the rest of my life, it's still only a temporary thing.

Death like style is the removal of rubbish.

There is nothing serious in mortality! Solomon in all his glory was Solomon with the elements of the contemptible lurking in every fold of his robes and in every corner of his palace.

I knew that the Name was still with him, animating his soul, even as his body failed.

I am simply looking for a companion with whom to spend my days, a companion who will cherish as much as I the stupidity of living in the moment, and spend every dull, amazing second with me.

Ere the horne'd owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away, 'Here's a King,' the worms shall say.