Quotes About Mortality

And the thing about trying to cheat death is that, in the end, you still lose.

We're living tragedies, just passing time 'til our funerals.

Here's a secret," I said. "There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

Here's a secret," I said. "There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

I read somewhere that the hair and fingernails on dead bodies don't actually grow, it just looks like they do because the skin contracts as the body dries out. So it's possible to lie even in death, to deceive people from beyond the

We come. We go. And in between we try to understand.

All people suffer from the dread of death, but we are mostly troubled by the uncertainties of time and circumstance.

You know you're getting old; there are certain signs. I walked past a cemetery, and two guys ran after me with shovels.

I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. I could go tomorrow. And I hope I go tomorrow. I haven't gone today yet.

distant as the death of grocery chickens.

El destino es siempre desmedido: castiga un instante de distracción, el azar de tomar a la izquierda y no a la derecha, a veces con la muerte. BORGES citado por Bioy

Only two months after the battle he wrote a sad description of his own fate: "I spend my time building castles in the air, but in the end all of them, and I, blow away in the end." It is an epitaph that might serve all the empire builders of the violent century.

There are no guarantees. But there is also nothing to fear. We come from oblivion when we are born. We return to oblivion when we die. The astonishing thing is this period of in-between.

There is nothing glamorous about death.

ashes or diamonds foe or friend we're all equal in the end

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

What folly made young people, even those in middle age, think they were immortal? How much better, their lives, if they could remember the end. Carrying your death with you every day would make it hard to waste time on unkindness and anger and bitterness, on anything petty. That was the secret: remembering your dying time, in order to keep the stupid and the ugly out of your living time.

Other people aren't like me in the slightest, I find. I admit though I prefer to know they are happy, just to be on the safe side. If not, they can be dangerous. I don't like seeing their blood, not at all, nor their guts, all that disgusts me. And if anyone deserves pity, it's me. The others will have to manage by themselves. They weren't any worse off before I was born, and they won't be any better off after I'm dead.

The battle with the gods thus hinges on our own mortality! Creativity is a yearning for immortality.

By the creative act, however, we are able to reach beyond our own death. This is why creativity is so important and why we need to confront the problem of the relationship between creativity and death.

Figuratively speaking, it is the specter of death they are trying to appease—death as the symbol of ultimate separation, aloneness, isolation from other human beings.

Je fus encore une fois surprise par la vue de mon visage dans la glace: il n'avait rien à voir avec mes décombres. Ce n'était pas un visage de vaincu. Marqué par la fatigue, mais au fond des yeux il restait encore quelque chose. Je ne dis pas : quelque chose d'invincible. Et pourtant, peut-être y a-t-il invincibilité. Les hommes oublient toujours que ce qu'ils vivent n'est pas mortel.

All men have a legend because of death. Humanity wasn't legendary any longer: it was a myth.