Quotes About Mortality

HIC LOCUS EST UBI MORS GAUDET SUCCURRERE VITAE.

You don't want to start A Game of Thrones when you might catch fire all of a sudden. There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyone always dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your children. Or your grandchildren.

For me, a lifelong bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the thought of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.

The idea that her death should precede his was worse than intolerable, it was obscene.

Later, she thought, not imagining that there wouldn't be a later. Not for Father Storey.

Something that doesn't know it's alive, obviously can't be expected to know when it's dead.

Com todos nós andando com uma sentença de morte gravada na própria pele, qual a necessidade de se punir? Fomos todos considerados culpados de sermos humanos. Existem crimes piores.

Did he finish reading The Hunger Games before his heart gave out? I hoped so. For me, a lifelong bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the thought of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.

For me, a life long bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the though of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.

Something that doesn't know it's alive obviously can't be expected to know when it's dead.

Don't you dare write any romantic songs about springtime Aubrey. It would kill me, and dying once is bad enough.

All things that live in this world die. This is why you must find joy in the living, while the time is yours, and not fear the end. To deny this is to deny life ~ Titan

All things that live, die. This is why you must find joy in the living, while the time is yours, and not fear the end. To deny this is to deny life. To fear this... is to fear life. But to embrace this... Can you embrace this? You are stronger than you think. ~ Titan

YaÅŸayan her ÅŸey ölür. Bu yüzden yaÅŸamaktan keyif almal?s?n, hala zaman?n varken sonunu düÅŸünmemelisin.

With age, gone are the forevers of youth. Gone is the willingness to procrastinate, delay, to play the waiting game. Now each day is a treasure beyond compare . . . because there are so few such diadems left.

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.

You were born with your legs apart. They'll send you to the grave in a Y-shaped coffin.

Reading is the way mankind delays the inevitable. Reading is the way we shake our fist at the sky. As long as we have these epic, improbable reading projects arrayed before us, we cannot breathe our last: Tell the Angel of Death to come back later; I haven't quite finished Villette.

for i am old. so very old. older than she got to be. and I'm not sure a person ought to live to be too old. for when you can´t live life, you´re just burning life, sucking air and making turds.

For when you can't live life, you're just burning life, sucking air and making turds. Perhaps it's not age, but health that matters. Live long and healthy, it doesn't matter. But live long and unhealthy, it's a living hell. And here I lie. Not doing well at all. Only the past seems to matter now; only it seems to be alive; only it can support my soul.

Old age and death were as wild and improbable as some drunken story about walking across the face of a star.

There is something about mountains that moves the soul. They arouse a powerful sense of spiritual awareness and a notion of our own transient and fragile mortality and our insignificant place in the universe. They have about them an ethereal, evocative addiction that I find impossible to resist. They are an infuriating and fascinating contradiction. Climbing rarely makes sense but nearly always feels right.

We live within such a tiny capsule of time yet it seems vast until death rudely makes it so insignificant.

Maybe he who dies with the most toys doesn't win, thought Bennett. Maybe he's just dead.