Quotes About Mortality

To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.

Sometimes I have a terrible feeling that I am dying not from the virus, but from being untouchable.

There are a lot of things in this world to be afraid of, but a dead body isn't one of them.

Bengali poem by Ram Mohun Roy which bears on the subject matter of this essay.* Roy explains what is really dreadful about death: Just consider how terrible the day of your death will be. Others will go on speaking, and you will not be able to argue back.

My very best friend died in a car accident when I was 16 years old. That was the hardest blow emotionally that I have ever had to endure. Suddenly, you realize tomorrow might not come. Now I live by the motto, 'Today is what I have.'

By living exclusively for the present, we let ourselves be hemmed in by an ocean of death. Conversely, by reviving the past, we enlarge our living space.

What's a year in comparison with eternity? what's a day? an hour? a second? Such measures have meaning only for a heart that's still beating.

Jedes Glück ist flüchtig, ob es nun eine Woche anhält oder dreißig Jahre; man weint die gleichen Tränen, wenn der letzte Tag heranbricht, und würde um einen Aufschub seine Seele verkaufen.

Hayat insana b?kk?nl?k verecek kadar uzun de?ildir.

Bu halde hiçbir ÅŸeyim önemi kalmaz ve zaten ölümüm de yoldan olmaz.

Ölüm yaÅŸam?m?z?n iki ucundan tutmakta: YaÅŸl?l?k ölüme, çocukluktan daha yak?n deÄŸildir.

Êtes-vous prêts à considérer que la mort est votre seule ennemie ? Oui, la mort, la mort seule. Pas les puissances rivales, pas les autres peuples, pas les autres races. Pas nous. Uniquement la mort. Le seul ennemi qui mérite d'être combattu, pourchassé, vaincu.

Hayat, b?k?lacak kadar uzun de?il.

Nous les aimons, ils meurent. Nous avons beau essayé de les retenir, ils nous glissent entre les doigts, ils s'en vont, ils meurent.

You want to know of Death? Well, I shall save my breath. When you know Life, why then, We'll talk of Death again. Confucius

We come from nothing & return to nothing, but in between we're supposed to lead lives of grace and courage?

The fable runs that the gods mix our pains and pleasure in one cup, and thus mingle for us the adulterate immortality which we alone are permitted here to enjoy. Voluptuous raptures, could we prolong these at pleasure, would dissipate and dissolve us. A sip is the most that mortals are permitted from any goblet of delight.

I had gotten used to the idea that people lived and you loved them, or didn't, and then they died and you were bound to miss them, often even if you didn't love them.

In case you didn't know, dead people don't bleed. If you can bleed-see it, feel it-then you know you're alive. It's irrefutable, undeniable proof. Sometimes I just need a little reminder.

Life goes by really fast, and it seems that there are times when you're burying a lot of friends and family. And then there are times that feel really precious and everybody is doing okay. This is one of those times.

We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive.

He wrapped his burly long arms around me, and I clung to him, furnace-heated skin and all, and prayed that should Hammer die this night, that I would die with him, and our bodies would be found just like this, twined together like roses that had grown together for too long.

The idea that Crick's golden god, who had loved him so simply and so faithfully even as boys and young men, was mortal, that the living cage might someday disintegrate and the soul that Crick was bound to would expand to brighten the larger universe was….

Everything mortal has moments immortal