Quotes About Mortality

Debit me, one Memento Mori

Had I known at the time how well I wrought, said Yama, I might have numbered its days intentionally. Occasionally, do I regret my genius.

He spent long hours meditating on the wisdom of loving living things which invariably ended up dead.

Jis met?si ? šal?, vengdamas šuns ant kelio, geltono mišr?no, nusususio ir perkarusio. Manekas dirstel?jo pro užpakalin? stikl?, ar gyvulys laimingai per?jo gatv?. J? sutraišk? už j? važiuojantis sunkvežimis.

All those young photographers who are at work in the world, determined upon the capture of actuality, do not know that they are agents of Death.

In terms of image-repertoire, the Photographer (the one I intend) represents that very subtle moment when, to tell the truth, I am neither subject nor object but a subject who feels he is becoming an object: I then experience a micro-version of death.

Photographs thrust home the fact of our mortality. We look at faces and limbs warm or tense with life, knowing full well that they are now dust. Sound haunts me even more. I can look at a photo of Maria Callas and accept the fact that she is dead, but I am bewildered when I hear her voice coming out of my CD player. For that voice, quivering with immediacy and passion, is the quintessence of life-of what it means to be fully alive.

Elle morte, je n'avais plus aucune raison de m'accorder à la marche du Vivant supérieur (l'espèce). Ma particularité ne pourrait jamais plus s'universaliser (sinon, utopiquement, par l'écriture, dont le projet, dès lors, devait devenir l'unique but de ma vie).

Hamilton's relatively short life robbed him not only of any chance for further accomplishment but of the opportunity to mold his historical image.

He was also uncomfortable around illness, which served as an unpleasant reminder of his own mortality.

At twenty-eight, he married a young widow, Martha Wayles Skelton, who inherited 135 slaves after her father's death. This loving ten-year marriage was marred by childhood mortality—only two of their six children reached maturity—and in September 1782 Martha herself died at thirty-four. Only thirty-nine at the time, Jefferson survived his wife

His faculties stayed intact until about fifteen minutes before the end. Then, at 2:00 P.M. on Thursday, July 12, 1804, thirty-one hours after the duel, forty-nine-year-old Alexander Hamilton died gently, quietly, almost noiselessly.

For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. —JAMES 4:14

Wherever you are, death will find you, even in the looming tower. O

The first time you fall in love, it's like you've created the first love in the universe, and the first time someone you love dies, you grieve the universe's first death. What does it help to be told that what you feel is nothing new?

People live, and then they die. And as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.

Life," Joe said. "What a completely weird thing it is. A person lives sixty years, does all kinds of things, knows all kinds of things, feels all kinds of things, and then it's over. Like it never happened at all." "We'll always remember her." "No, we'll remember parts of her. The parts she chose to share. The tip of the iceberg. The rest, only she knew about. Therefore the rest already doesn't exist. As of now.

People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.

Foreign, for sure. But we all bleed the same color red. No doubt about that. The truth of that statement was plain to see. Reacher put the guy out of misery. A single shot, close range, behind the ear. An unnecessary round expended, but good manners had a price

There was nothing she had neglected to tell him, nothing he had neglected to tell her. People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.

So he died, because for a split-second he got brave. But not then. He died much later, after the split-second of bravery had faded into long hours of wretched gasping fear, and after the long hours of fear had exploded into long minutes of insane screaming panic.

People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.

He also said the day we see the truth and cease to speak is the day we begin to die.

It's a big complex muscle, it beats and it beats, thirty million times a year. If it lasts twenty-seven hundred million beats, which is ninety years, we call it old age. If it lasts only eighteen hundred million beats, sixty years, we call it premature heart disease. We call it America's biggest health problem, but really all we're saying is sooner or later, it just stops going.