Quotes About Mortality

But tell me," said Beauchamp, "what is life? Is it not a hall in Death's anteroom?

I like ghosts. I have heard it said that the dead have never done, in six thousand years, as much evil as the living do in a single day.

çünkü gözyaÅŸlar?n?z beni k?sa süre sonra ölecek olmamdan daha çok üzüyor.

Geluk en ongeluk zijn geen absolute grootheden, maar bestaan slechts in verhouding tot elkaar. Men moet hebben willen sterven om te weten hoe goed het leven is.

Ho solo due avversari - non dico due vincitori, perché li sottometto con la tenacia - la distanza e il tempo. Il terzo, ed è il più terribile, sta nella mia condizione di mortale. Ciò solo può fermarmi nella strada che percorro e prima che abbia conseguito lo scopo a cui miro. Tutto il resto l'ho calcolato.

prisons have doors, the tomb has none.

Oh, uomo! - mormorò d'Avrigny, - il più egoista di tutti gli animali, la più egocentrica di tutte le creature, che sempre crede che la terra giri, il sole splenda e la morte falci vite soltanto per lui, formica che maledice Dio dall'alto di un filo d'erba!

We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.

So! Isn't it worth one's curiosity to study the different ways that the soul may leave the body and how, according to the character, the temperament, or even the local customs of a country, individuals face up to that supreme journey from being to nothingness? As for me, I can assure you of one thing: the more you have seen others die, the easier it becomes to die oneself. So, in my opinion, death may be a torment, but it is not an expiation.

Ah,' said I, after four hours' work, 'since we are sinking, let us sink; we can die but once.

we are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young.

he had so long ceased to have any intercourse with the world, that he looked upon himself as dead. The

j'ai encore plus peur de la malédiction des morts que de la haine des vivants.

Mon Dieu ! mon Dieu ! dit Morrel, vous m'épouvantez, comte, avec ce sang-froid. Pouvez-vous donc quelque chose contre la mort ? Êtes-vous plus qu'un homme ? Êtes-vous un ange ? Êtes-vous Dieu ?'' Et le jeune homme, qu'aucun danger n'avait fait reculer d'un pas, reculait devant Monte-Cristo , saisi d'une indicible terreur. Mais Monte-Cristo le regarda avec un sourire à la fois si mélancolique et si doux, que Maximilien sentit les larmes poindre dans ses yeux.

On ne s'occupe pas assez, chez nous, de la dernière demeure de ceux qu'on aime : on pare leur lit d'un jour, et on oublie leur couche de l'éternité !

Death does not reckon by years; it is impartial; some die young, some reach old age.

Oh, o homem (...), o mais egoísta de todos os animais, a mais personalista de todas as criaturas, sempre a acreditar que a terra gira, que o sol brilha, que a morte ceifa só para ele; formiga a amaldiçoar Deus do alto de uma folha de relva!

Era venuto il momento di fissare lo sguardo sullo spettro implacabile che cammina a fianco di ogni creatura umana e che a ogni pulsazione del cuore le grida: Tu morrai

Man springs out of nothing, crosses time, and disappears forever in the bosom of God; he is seen but for a moment, staggering on the verge of the two abysses, and there he is lost.

The law makes the silliest damned fuss about death. People die by the thousands everyday; but simply because someone has had the energy and enterprise to assist old D'Courtney to his demise, the law insists on turning him into an enemy of the people. I think it's idiotic, but please don't quote me.

À voir ce que l'on fut sur terre et ce qu'on laisse Seul le silence est grand; tout le reste est faiblesse.

The highest places are always slippery: Men's eyes dazzle when they are carried up to them; and falls from them are mortal. Few kings or tyrants, says Juvenal, go down to the grave in peace...

Shift #5 for Seamus Heaney a box of coconut water two cans of coconut milk so many looking for help some people care when a poet dies a poem is a conscience a report card, a confession: today my lies were a motor that spun the Earth how can you get truth from a hill when I am the continent that drifts? how can I taste what I'm mourning when soon everything will be salt from the sea?

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?