Quotes About Mortality

Todos estamos acostumbrados a morirnos cada cierto tiempo y tan poco a poco que la verdad es que cada día estamos más vivos. Infinitamente viejos e infinitamente vivos.

I don't have much time, I have to haul corpses. I don't have much time, I have to breath, eat, drink, sleep. I don't have much time, I have to keep the gears meshing. I don't have much time, I'm busy living. I don't have much time, I'm busy dying.

One day I'll die of cancer.

I thought you were dying, said Amalfitano. "No, I was dreaming," said Castillo.

Y sin embargo cuando hablamos, digamos, cuando hablamos de hombre a hombre. Suena horrible, pero ese es el nombre de ese tipo de conversación crepuscular. Me dejo entender que estaba allí para hacerse matar, que supongo no es lo mismo que estar allí para matarte o para suicidarte. El matiz está en que no te tomas la molestia de hacerlo tu mismo

Cualquiera es capaz de morir»

brevedad de la vida, en lo insondable que resulta el destino de los hombres, en la futilidad de los empeños mundanos.

Tempus breve est, Ora et labora. We aren't given much time on this earth.

Así pasa la gloria del mundo, me dijo Quim desde el otro extremo de la mesa.

Follar es lo único que desean los que van a morir.

Ay, que lastima que ya no hagan mezcal Los Suicidas. Qué lástima que pase el tiempo ¿verdad? Que lástima que nos muramos y que nos hagamos viejos y que las cosas buenas se vayan alejando de nosotros al galope.

Mentre i messicani mangiavano carne alla griglia e patatine fritte, Fate si mise a pensare al tatuaggio di García. Confrontò poi la solitudine di quel rancho con la solitudine della casa di sua madre. Pensò alle sue ceneri che erano ancora là. Pensò alla vicina morta. Pensò al quartiere di Barry Seaman. E tutto quello che la sua memoria andava illuminando mentre i messicani mangiavano gli parve desolato.

They're afraid I'll die," Prajapati thought. "They'll always be afraid I'll die, and they'll always be trying to kill me.

As the plane got closer to Miami, I had this terrible feeling he was dying. Maybe he was telling me that he was going. I felt anger, panic, despair and helplessness.

You realize that however much you don't think about death - or think that's for other people - you're just an organism living from day to day. I'm just grateful I'm here.

The illness, and the untimely death of my brothers, has made me conscious of the fact that - rather than just think about it - it's crucial that you do today what you want to do.

The fact that when we die we are nothing more than worm meat---I just don't think about it.

We all perish in our last attempt to live.

No man can return to being a boy. But there are interludes in a man's life when, for a time, he can recapture the feeling that the world is a forgiving place and that he is immortal.

Ten times dead was very dead indeed.

She is dead. Dead so many years. Who could imagine that death lasts so much longer than life?

Death stalks us, and he is ever sure of his kill. It is not a thing to dwell on, but it is something we all know, in our guts and bones. All save humans.

As I apologized to her a flicker of panic raced through me and then faded away. There wasn't enough life left in me to panic. I'd made a mistake and I was dying. Apparently not even a Speck afterlife was available to me. I'd simply stop being. Apparently I hadn't died correctly. Oops.

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.