Quotes About Mortality

In the year 2000, wars caused the deaths of 310,000 individuals, and violent crime killed another 520,000. Each and every victim is a world destroyed, a family ruined, friends and relatives scarred for life. Yet from a macro perspective these 830,000 victims comprised only 1.5 per cent of the 56 million people who died in 2000. That year 1.26 million people died in car accidents (2.25 per cent of total mortality) and 815,000 people committed suicide (1.45 per cent).4

Scepticism about the afterlife drives humankind to seek not only immortality, but also earthly happiness.

The figures for 2002 are even more surprising. Out of 57 million dead, only 172,000 people died in war and 569,000 died of violent crime (a total of 741,000 victims of human violence). In contrast, 873,000 people committed suicide.5 It turns out that in the year following the 9/11 attacks, despite all the talk of terrorism and war, the average person was more likely to kill himself than to be killed by a terrorist, a soldier or a drug dealer.

Modernity is a deal. All of us sign up to this deal on the day we are born, and it regulates our lives until the day we die. Very few of us can ever rescind or transcend this deal. It shapes our food, our jobs and our dreams, and it decides where we dwell, whom we love and how we pass away.

In 2012 about 56 million people died throughout the world; 620,000 of them died due to human violence (war killed 120,000 people, and crime killed another 500,000). In contrast, 800,000 committed suicide, and 1.5 million died of diabetes.23 Sugar is now more dangerous than gunpowder.

And every technical problem has a technical solution. We don't need to wait for the Second Coming in order to overcome death. A couple of geeks in a lab can do it. If traditionally death was the speciality of priests and theologians, now the engineers are taking over.

Modernity is a deal. All of us sign up to this deal on the day we are born, and it regulates our lives until the day we die. Very few of us ever rescind or transcend this deal. It shapes our food, our jobs and our dreams, and it decides where we dwell, whom we love and how we pass away.

Niciodat? omul nu trebuie s?-?i dea moartea, nici m?car s? ?i-o cheme. Omul are moartea în m?duva oaselor, din clipa în care s-a pl?m?dit... Vezi tu, Darie, în via?? po?i s? chemi, dac? e?ti nezdrav?n la minte, ?i moartea. Moartea ori o chemi, ori n-o chemi, tot vine când î?i este dat s? vin? ?i... te ia...

Eu n-am tr?it. Abia acum am început s? pricep via?a. Auzi? S? mor!... ?i s? r?mân? atîtea c?r?i necitite de mine!... S? se fi întîmplat ?i s? se întîmple atîtea pe lume, atîtea, de care n-am mai avut timp s? aflu, s? aud.

Death is the only fantasy that becomes real for all humans."

When all that's left of us is the pure untainted consciousness without form, we'll know what it means when the last human breath expires.

Only those few who are able to surpass their fear of death completely can fully experience the highest forms of life; not the mundane life of the mortal, but the godly life of the resurrected.

Death is the only god that comes when you call.

Death is the only real elegance.

Death will get you sober.

Death doesn't like the old. Their acrid smell, their tough skin, their gaze worn out from used-up dreams, their beaten-dog spines… Death hates that! Whatever else you can say about Death, it likes them young. Death is a dirty old man.

The body gives up faster than the soul. Time wrinkles it, wounds it, debases it. Varicose veins, menopause… Time makes it a caricature… The body plays along, a good sport. The soul, though, is a sore loser. It needs more time to blow out the candles. It only concedes in fits and starts… through painful revelations… through a series of frights.

Live as you will have wished to have lived when you are dying." —Christian Furchtegott Gellert

Time matters because we are finite, because time is the medium in which we live our lives.

Humans, we just hop out of things, off things. We splatter ourselves in inappropriate places. Because we have nothing to live for. Because we want to destroy what we can. Because we want to be something we can't. Because we don't really believe we can die.

The Yaksha asked: What is the greatest wonder? Yudhishtira responded: Day after day we see so many people die. Yet, we the living believe that we will live for ever. O Lord, what can be a greater wonder? Krishna

Every moment is important; like the moment that takes away your life.

Death. Fire. Snow. Failure.

We late-lamented, resting here, Are mixed to human jam, And each to each exclaims in fear, 'I know not which I am!' " —Thomas Hardy, "The Levelled Churchyard," 1882