Quotes About Mortality

A time being is someone who lives in time, and that means you, and me, and every one of us who is, or was, or ever will be.

time isn't something you can spread out like butter or jam, and death isn't going to hang around and wait for you to finish whatever you happen to be doing before it zaps you

Somewhere D?gen wrote about the number of moments in the snap of a finger. I don't remember the exact figure, only that it was large and seemed quite arbitrary and absurd, but I imagine that when I am in the cockpit of my plane, aiming the nose at the hull of an American battleship, every single one will be clear and pure and discernible. At the moment of my death, I look forward at last to being fully aware and alive.

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives. That's what it means to be a time being, old Jiko told me, and then she snapped her crooked fingers again. And just like that, you die.

Montaigne wrote that death itself is nothing. It is only the fear of death that makes death seem important.

He described it as a collaboration with time and place, whose outcome neither he nor any of his contemporaries would ever live to witness, but he was okay with not knowing, Patience was part of his nature, and he accepted his lot as a short-lived mammal, scurrying in and out amid the roots of the giants.

Shiki fu i ku, ku fu i shiki.70

Who hasn't wanted to die at one time or another?

I remembered a friend who'd died of a bad liver, and what he'd always said. Yeah, he'd said, maybe it's just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don't hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it's not just because my belly's all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I'm myself again. It's hard to take, sure, but I feel sort of peaceful. Because it's always hurt ever since I was born.

People who thought it fun to keep tegu lizards in cases too small for them displayed a mentality exactly like that of his parents. "It's so cute!" they cooed as they fed the thing or gave it water or moved its case into the sunlight or warmed it with lamps. Even under the best conditions, lizards and tortoises never lived as long in captivity as in the wild; these people were slowly but surely killing the pets they found so adorable.

El hombre siempre muere solo: el momento de la muerte, es el momento más solitario de la vida Ébano - Lalibela 1975

Vede bem, habitantes de Tebas, meus concidadãos! Este é Édipo, decifrador dos enigmas famosos; ele foi um senhor poderoso e por certo o invejastes em seus dias passados de prosperidade invulgar. Em que abismos de imensa desdita ele agora caiu! Sendo assim, até o dia fatal de cerrarmos os olhos não devemos dizer que um mortal foi feliz de verdade antes dele cruzar as fronteiras da vida inconstante sem jamais ter provado o sabor de qualquer sofrimento!

No one comes back from the dead, no one has entered the world without crying; no one is asked when he wishes to enter life, nor when he wishes to leave.

No one ever comes back from the dead., no one ever enters the world without weeping; no one is ever asked when he wishes to enter life, no one is ever asked when he wishes to leave.

Unless you grasp that it requires all the strength of spirit to die, that the hero always dies before his death, you will not come particularly far in your observations on life.

Historiassa kaikki ymmärretään jälkikäteen ja sen vuoksi unohdetaan, että kuolleet kerran elivät.

He fears all worldly setback for there is nothing eternal in him.

To be a man, to live here in this world, is to be put on trial

didn't exist. Maybe, like her, Barry was scared, and sick of feeling like death could come at any time. Maybe

And doesn't everything die and return; the grass, the trees, the fields? Why not us?

Even God knew mortality and change when He became flesh in this fallen world, and we must remain supple before time's gales.

He wasn't afraid a pipe now and then would kill him. As far as he could tell, a lot of the old Americans had been quivering daisies who thought they'd live forever if only they were careful enough, as if life was worth living that way. Some of them had believed eating butter was bad for you, of all things.

Dying never made a man better than he was when he was living.

The point is always reached after which the gods no longer share their lives with mortal men and women, they die or wither away or retire... Now that they've gone, the high drama's over. What remains is ordinary human life.