Quotes About Finitude

We've all got a terminal illness. It's called life.

A person lives for years, touches so many people, and then at the end winds up just a small picture and a few paragraphs in the paper, the paper gets thrown away, and it's all over.

Nada fica de nada. Nada somos. Um pouco ao sol e ao ar nos atrasamos Da irrespirável treva que nos pese Da húmida terra imposta, Cadáveres adiados que procriam. Leis feitas, 'státuas vistas, odes findas - Tudo tem cova sua. Se nós, carnes A que um íntimo sol dá sangue, temos Poente, porque não elas? Somos contos contando contos, nada.

The very act of living means dying, since with each day we live, we have one less day of life remaining.

Nothing of nothing remains. We're nothing. In the sun and air we put off briefly The unbreathable darkness of damp earth Whose weight we'll have to bear— Postponed corpses that procreate. Laws passed, statues seen, odes finished— All have their grave. If we, heaps of flesh Made sanguine by an inner sun, Must set, then why not they? We're tales telling tales, nothing…

Human beings, in other words, are always already dead. This proleptic knowledge of finitude predetermines their most creative as well as their most destructive dispositions.

The destructive impulse with respect to nature all too often has psychological causes that go beyond the greed for material resource or the need to domesticate an environment. There is too often a deliberate rage and vengefulness at work in the assault on nature and its species, as if one would project onto the natural world the intolerable anxieties of finitude which hold humanity hostage to death.

Esos vivos no eran más que proyectos de cadáveres.

When the discoveries of possibility are honestly administered, possibility will discover all finitudes but idealize them in the shape of infinity, in anxiety overwhelm the individual, until the individual again overcomes them in the anticipation of faith.

No habría sido mejor intentar mantenerse en la fe, y, una vez instalados en ella, estar alerta para no caer? Pues el movimiento de la fe se debe hacer constantemente en virtud del absurdo, aunque poniendo un cuidado extremo en no perder la finitud, sino, al contrario, recuperarla íntegramente.

Umorul are un scepticism mult mai profund decât ironia, fiindc? în sfera lui accentul cade asupra p?catului, nu asupra finitudinii. Nu-ÅŸi g?seÅŸte liniÅŸtea doar f?cându-l pe om s? fie om, ci f?cându-l pe om s? fie Dumnezeu-om.

Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.

To die is one thing. How much worse to know that all the life that ever existed on this planet, and all it ever achieved, was to be obliterated?

The only answer to the question of the meaning of life has to begin from the fact of our human finitude, of our vulnerability and our fallibility.

Xerxes did die,And so must I.

The meaning of life is that it ends.

I was wise, if you will, because I was prepared to die at any moment, but this was not because I had taken care of everything I was required to do, but rather because I had done none of it and also couldn't hope ever to do any of it.

There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

philosophy and poetry can coexist peaceably if both sides are willing to give up on the attempt to transcend human finitude.

O derradeiro homem, ao despedir-se do sol frio e gasto, há de ter um relógio na algibeira, para saber a hora exata em que morre

The sun is slowly dying, the spiral arm spreading, the molecules drifting apart second by second towards our inevitable heat death- shouldn't we all wail to the stars?

WE ONLY KNOW two things for certain: "I am," and "I will die.

What if this present were the world's last night?

Life is the one thing you cannot get out of alive.