Quotes About Mortality

Most people don't die until the last moment; others start twenty years in advance, sometimes more. Those are the unfortunates.

Here we are, alone again. It's all so slow, so heavy, so sad. . . I'll be old soon. Then at last it will be over. So many people have come into my room. They've talked. They haven't said much. They've gone away. They've grown old, wretched, sluggish, each in some corner of the world.

La plupart des gens ne meurent qu'au dernier moment ; d'autres commencent et s'y prennent vingt ans d'avance et parfois davantage.

Lie, copulate, and die.

But maybe it's wrong of me to complain … I'm alive after all … and I lose an enemy or two every day … cancer, apoplexy, gluttony … it's a pleasure the number that pass on! … I'm not hard to please … a name! … another! … there are good things in life …

You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

The world leaves us long before we leave it…for good.

Whether you're making love to the ladies or postulating the infinite, you'll still get all flabby one day!

Maybe that's what we look for all our lives, the worst possible grief, to make us truly ourselves before we die.

Things are different when you go back to them, they seem to have more power to enter into us more sadly, more deeply, more gently than before, to merge with the death which is slowly, pleasantly, sneakily growing inside us, and which we train ourselves to resist a little less each day.

you've probably noticed that after the first half-century practically everybody gets leaky, they can't keep it in ... hence the cruelty of long drawn-out meals and drinking sessions ... ships and apartment houses are the same ... everything starts to leak ... sphincters, bladders, drain pipes, bowels ... the half-century is merciless for ladies and gentlemen ... worse for dogs and cats! ... with them it comes sooner! ... five ... six years ...

Lo mejor que puedes hacer, verdad, cuando estás en este mundo, es salir de él. Loco o no, con miedo o sin él.

Invoking posterity is like making speeches to worms.

The biggest defeat in every department of life is to forget, especially the things that have done you in, and to die without realizing how far people can go in the way of crumminess.

At the bottom of all music you have to hear the tune without notes, made just for us, the tune of Death.

Over our heads, two millimetres, maybe one millimetre from our temples, those long tempting lines of steel that bullets make when they're out to kill you were whistling through the hot summer air. I'd never felt so useless as I did amid all those bullets in the sunlight. A vast and universal mockery.

Poate c? tocmai asta c?ut?m prin via??, nimic altceva decât asta, cea mai mare durere cu putin?? pentru a deveni noi înÅŸine înainte de-a muri.

We people are just worms on top of it, worms on its fat, revolting carcass, eating its entrails and all its poisons … Nothing can help us, we were born rotten … There you have it!

When the grave lies open before us, let's not try to be witty, but on the other hand, let's not forget, but make it our business to record the worst of the human viciousness we've seen without changing one word.

On a bien le droit d'avoir une opinion sur sa propre mort.

Quand on a pas d'imagination, mourir c'est peu de choses, quand on en a, mourir c'est trop.

Gelecekten söz eden her kimse namussuzdur,tek geçerli olan güncel oland?r.Kendi ölümsüzlüÄŸüne deÄŸinmek,solucanlara söylev çekmeye benzer.

That's what life is, a bit of light that ends in darkness.

You have to choose: death or lies.