Quotes About Mortality

never asks for whom the bell tolls;it tolls for you.

Good-by,'! he said to all those who were kneeling. 'Don't be said. To die is nothing. The only bad thing is to die at the hands of this canalla.

Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath.

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too bit there will be no special hurry.

Az – bólintott Pablo. Valami furcsa neve volt. Ilyesmi. Mi van vele? – Áprilisban meghalt. – ElÅ'bb-utóbb mindenkire sor kerül morogta Pablo sötéten. – Így végezzük mi mindnyájan. – Minden ember így végzi – állapította meg Alselmo. – Eddig még mindenki így végezte.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.' Damned fine, eh?

I suppose it is possible to live as full a life in seventy hours as on seventy years; granted that your life has been full up to the time that the seventy hours start and that you have reached a certain age.

Hay que tomar la muerte como si fuera aspirina

a turtle's heart will beat for hours after he has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too and my feet and hands are like theirs.

Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath. Never believe any of that about a scythe and a skull, he told her. It can be two bicycle policemen as easily, or be a bird. Or it can have a wide snout like a hyena. It had moved up on him now, but it had no shape any more. It simply occupied space. Tell it to go away. It did not go away but moved a little closer. You've got a hell of a breath, he told it. You stinking bastard.

If one must die, he thought, and clearly one must, I can die. But I hate it.

A coward dies a thousand times, but a brave man only once

But, thank God, they are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and more able. The

I suppose it is just the loss of the immortality, he thought. Well, in a way that is quite a lot to lose.

any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde

Whether one has fear of it or not, one's death is difficult to accept.

A country, finally, erodes and the dust blows away, the people all die and none of them were of any importance permanently, except those who practised the arts, and these now wish to cease their work because it is too lonely, too hard to do, and is not fashionable.

world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Tengo miedo de morir.

Nul homme n'est une île en soi. Nous faisons tous partie d'un continent et chaque fois que tu entends sonner le glas, ne demande pas pour qui il sonne, il sonne pour toi. --Ernest Hemingway, "Pour qui sonne le glas"?

He is performing a work of art and he is playing with death, bringing it closer, closer, closer, to himself, a death that you know is in the horns because you have the canvas-covered bodies of the horses on the sand to prove it. He gives the feeling of his immortality, and, as you watch it, it becomes yours. Then when it belongs to both of you, he proves it with the sword.

Your nationalities do not show when you are dead.

So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after and judged by these moral standards, which I do not defend, the bullfight is very moral to me because I feel very fine while it is going on and have a feeling of life and death and mortality and immortality, and after it is over I feel very sad but very fine.

Madrid es la mas española de todas las ciudades de España.Cuando uno ha podido tener el Prado y al mismo tiempo El Escorial situado a dos horas al norte y Toledo al sur y un hermoso camino a Avila y otro bello camino a Segovia, que no esta lejos de la Granja, se siente dominado por la desesperacion al pensar que un dia habrá de morir y dejar todo aquello.