Quotes About Mortality

A vida é tão bela que a mesma ideia da morte precisa de vir primeiro a ela, antes de se ver cumprida.

O derradeiro homem, ao despedir-se do sol frio e gasto, há de ter um relógio na algibeira, para saber a hora exata em que morre

o charuto é um verdadeiro Memento homo: convertendo-se pouco a pouco em cinzas, vai lembrando ao homem o fim real e infalível de todas as coisas: é o aviso filosófico, é a sentença fúnebre que nos acompanha em toda a parte (Linha reta e linha curva)

CXIX - Parêntesis: Matamos o tempo; o tempo nos enterra.

O anseio de escutar a verdade complicava-se em mim com o temor de a saber. Era a primeira vez que a morte me aparecia assim perto, me envolvia, me encarava com os olhos furados e escuros.

Contadas todas as horas de agonia do mundo, quantos séculos farão? Desses terão sido tenebrosos alguns, outros melancólicos, muitos desesperados, raros enfadonhos. Enfim, a morte chega, por muito que se demore, e arranca a pessoa ao pranto ou ao silêncio

Let Pascal say that man is a thinking reed. No; he is a thinking erratum, that's what he is. Each season of life is an edition that corrects the last and that will be corrected in turn until the definitive edition, which the editor delivers to the worms, free of charge.

o bater da péndula fazia-me muito mal; esse tique-taque soturno, vagaroso e seco parecia dizer a cada golpe que eu ia ter um instante menos de vida. Imaginava então um velho diabo, sentado entre dois sacos, o da vida e o da morte, e a conta-las assim: - Outra de menos... - Outra de menos... - Outra de menos...

Pentru ca viaÈ›a-i scurt?, cu mult? suferin??, È™i f?r? cazn? trai nu-i cu putin?? conduÈ™i de pofte È™i dorinÈ›i noi ne petrecem È™i ne roadem anii; cin` la pl?ceri renun?? doar str?danii g?seÈ™te, chin È™i suferinÈ›i; de-a lumii am?gire acela n-are È™tire, nici de-ntâmpl?ri-i sucite, de orori ce-apas? greu pe-atâÈ›ia muritori. (M?tr?guna)

Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.

If we all knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we's tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into the shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. Simply the awareness that our mortal lives had a beginning and will have an end enhances the quality of our living. Perhaps it's even more intense when we know that the termination of the body is near, but it shouldn't be.

This wasn't the first time that I'd come close to death, but it was the first time I'd been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying goodbye to someone you've loved.

Not so much of dying, if—I'm afraid of annihilation. Of not being.

What else is the electric chair or lethal injection than human sacrifice?

The reaper lacks the eyes to hold him back;

If we knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we'd tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. Simply the awareness that our mortal lives had a beginning and will have an end enhances the quality of our living. Perhaps it's even more intense when we know that the termination of the body is near, but it shouldn't be.

Ptolemy said, "Mortal though I be, yea, ephemeral, if but a moment I gaze up at night's starry domain of heaven, then no longer on earth I stand: I touch the Creator and my lively spirit drinketh immortality.

We are, all of us, wandering about in a state of oblivion, borrowing our time, seizing our days, escaping our fates, slipping through loopholes, unaware of when the axe may fall.

The dead. Do they sleep? Why should they, when we cannot?

What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse?

Individualistic people die on the great curves

Be smart. You Only Die Once -YODO

When you go into the world you would not even notice when you become dead

The dead worry the living because their silence reminds us how little the great comedies and tragedies in our lives matter and how little the universe would care if we'd never lived at all." -- Nara