Quotes About Mortality

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

Take me up into your mind once or twice before I die (you know why: just because the eyes of you and me will be full of dirt some day). Quickly take me up into the bright child of your mind.

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound, then from my eyes, my ears, my mouth. It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

It could have lived so much longer.

God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

El abismo de dos mundos incomunicables se abre entre el hombre que tiene el sentimiento de la muerte y el que no lo tiene; sin embargo, los dos mueren; pero uno ignora su muerte, el otro la sabe; el uno no muere más que un instante, el otro no cesa de morir…

Quien no haya concebido jamás su propia anulación, quien no haya presentido el recurso a la cuerda, a la bala, al veneno o al mar, es un recluso envilecido o un gusano reptante sobre la carroña cósmica. Este mundo puede quitarnos todo, puede prohibirnos todo, pero no está en el poder de nadie impedir nuestra autoabolición

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.

Why fear the nothing that is in store for us when it is no different from the nothing that preceded us?

Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him.

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

Remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now 'death spares no one' begins to be real.

Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.

At such moments the soul retires within, to float upon the bosom of a deeper stream, and has communion with the dead, and sees the world's glory not diminished, but different in kind to what she has supposed.

Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave.

Sei que morrerei um dia e não quero morrer, nem quero que tu morras. Se algum de nós partir, não resta nada para ambos. Não sei se chamas a isso puro e imaculado. - Sim, chamo. - Nesse caso, prefiro ser sujo - disse Maurice, após uma pausa.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls You might get an answer you don't especially like.