Quotes About Mortality

La pérdida, cualquier pérdida, es un aperitivo de la muerte. No nos cabe la pérdida en la cabeza, de la misma manera que no nos cabe la idea de nuestro fin. Uno nunca está preparado para perder.

ese maldito cuerpo traidor que de repente se queda cojo, y se terminaron para siempre las montañas; o que hace crecer insidiosamente, en el laborioso silencio de las células, un tumor maligno que te va a torturar antes de asesinarte;

El envejecimiento es un proceso orgánico bastante lamentable que apenas si tiene un par de cosas buenas (una, que, si te esfuerzas, aprendes algunas cosas; y dos, que es la mejor prueba de que no te has muerto todavía)

Esos vivos no eran más que proyectos de cadáveres.

Morir es parte de la vida, no de la muerte: hay que vivir la muerte. Iona Heath

aunque no sepas el tiempo que te queda, no eres otra cosa que un condenado a muerte? Y, sin embargo, a la mañana siguiente vuelve a estallar la vida con su alegre mentira

Morir es parte de la vida, no de la muerte: hay que vivir la muerte. Doctora Iona Heath

La vida es eso, Pablo; todo lo que sabemos, todo lo que disfrutamos, todo lo que somos desaparecerá con la muerte. Y da igual que aprendamos la melodía diez años o diez minutos antes del final. Ese final llegará y lo borrará todo. Pero, mientras llega, eso es lo que somos.

She appeared to be ageless the type that would continue, unchanging, until she was an old woman when she would suddenly become senile and die

It occurred to her then that people went on living until somebody told you they were dead. Perhaps it was a pity that anybody ever told anybody anything.

Eva: La muerte será la prueba de que hemos vivido.

A coisa mais deselegante do mundo é morrer

I've just read that I'm dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

A DEAD STATESMAN I could not dig: I dared not rob: Therefore I lied to please the mob. Now all my lies are proved untrue And I must face the men I slew. What tale shall serve me here among Mine angry and defrauded young? from EPITAPHS OF THE WAR 1914-18

So Time that is o'er-kind To all that be, Ordains us e'en as blind, As bold as she: That in our very death, And burial sure, Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith, See how our works endure!

The Fore and Aft had enjoyed unbroken peace for five days, and were beginning, in spite of dysentery, to recover their nerve. But they were not happy, for they did not know the work in hand, and had they known, would not have known how to do it. Throughout those five days in which old soldiers might have taught them the craft of the game, they discussed together their misadventures in the past — how such an one was alive at dawn and dead ere the dusk

You are born, you are a he or a she, and you live until you die... Willy-nilly.

I too am subject to ageing, sickness, and death, not beyond ageing, sickness, and death, and that I should see another who is old, sick or dead and be shocked, disturbed, and disgusted —this is not fitting.' As I reflected thus, the conceit of youth, health, and life entirely left me.21

Jachin-Boaz was at the age called middle life, but he did not believe that he had as many years ahead of him as he had behind him.

I'm pretty healthy and I don't mind the idea of dying, but I also don't want to get mowed down by some freaky high school kid in a trench coat who's high on Zoloft and has traded in his Xbox for a semiautomatic.

I don't believe I exist, and soon I won't. I am a time being about to expire.

Maybe this is what it's like when you die. Your inbox stays empty. At first, you just think nobody's answering, so you check your SENT box to make sure your outgoing mail is okay, and then you check your ISP to make sure your account is still active, and eventually you have to conclude that you're dead.

Death is certain. Life is always changing, like a puff of wind in the air, or a wave in the sea, or even a thought in the mind.

As I sat by my mother's side and held her hand and watched her, I remember thinking, I'm going to do this too, some day. This is what dying looks like. This is what Dad looked like when he died, and what I'm going to look like, too. Like Mom and Dad. It was comforting to know what I would look like. It made death a little less frightening, a little more intimate, a little more dear.