Quotes About Mortality

Reality is fatal whereas fantasy is something to die for.

Any psyche, conscious of itself, will revolt against the shape, size or color of the body in which it dwells; this is healthy—for that body, in fact, not only reminds the psyche of its mortality, it deprives it of its individuality, binding it to a group. Accordingly, crimes of racial violence outrage not only the victims, but all individuals. Apathy, in this case, is a sad indication that you are not an individual.

Atheism is having the weight of doubt lifted, just to be replaced with the weight of mortality.

Any psyche, conscious of itself, will revolt against the shape, size or color of the body in which it dwells; this healthy—for that body, in fact, not only reminds the psyche of its mortality, it deprives it of its individuality, binding it to a group. Accordingly, crimes of racial violence outrage not only the victims, but all individuals. Apathy, in this case, is a sad indication that you are not an individual.

The desire for continuity is a side-effect of the consciousness of mortality. The desire for meaning is a side-effect of the consciousness of triviality. Hence, consciousness is paid for with an exaggerated focus on sex and work; and those of us who ponder life find these two topics creeping into every discussion.

Narcissists are bound to feel that their own death is the end of everything that really matters.

Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life…. But what is that something?

Death is terrible, but still more terrible is the feeling that you might live for ever and never die.

It has become customary to say that a man needs only six feet of land. But a corpse needs six feet, not a person.

According to existential psychotherapist Irvin Yalom: 'Death … itches all the time; it is always with us, scratching at some inner door, whirring softly, barely audibly, just under the membrane of consciousness. Hidden and disguised, leaking out in a variety of symptoms, it is the wellspring of many of our worries, stresses, and conflicts'.

Seneca has a wealth of such reminders: 'Everything is dangerous and deceptive and more changeable than the weather; everything tumbles about and passes at fortune's behest into its opposite; and in all this tumult of human affairs there is nothing we can be sure of except death alone.' Since there is 'no way to know the point where death lies waiting for you, … you must wait for death at every point'.

I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.

We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.

Por qué?- Quiso saber- -¿Y por qué no?- repliqué"- El relato se detiene, hay un espacio en blanco. Se suspende oportunamente: la última frase es magnética, me ha retenido. En efecto, la cuestión no es por que me mataré, sino por qué no matarme.

But a man cannot renounce his life for half a day: There is either the rest of eternity or nothing.

Sólo esta carne, que se refugia en la noche recelando para pensar en el cubil del sueño: "me alegraré mañana", y se consuela; sólo esta amarga carne debería morir

Will your world die with you, the old life you remade in your way? Have the anvils and crucibles of your soul been working for dust and wind?

Así pues, hombre, quienquiera que seas, mira ese último fin que es tu muerte y el polvo que se adueña de todo hombre que haya nacido de mujer pues así como salió desnudo del vientre de su madre también desnudo volverá a marcharse como vino.

And will that spellbound world die with you" And will that spellbound world die with you where memory holds those breaths, the purest in your life, the white shadow of your first love, the voice that went to your heart, the hand you wanted to hold in dream, and every love that touched your soul, the profound sky? Is your world to die with you, the old life for some new order? The anvils and crucibles of your soul, do they labor only for dust and the wind?

Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.

La cara no sólo es el espejo del alma, pensaba: también se va volviendo el espejo de las caras de los muertos.

Cosa fanno le persone importanti in un cimitero? Dormono, anche loro dormono uguale uguale alle persone che non contarono un cazzo. E tutti nella stessa posizione: orizzontali. L'eternità è orizzontale.

La relación que caracteriza de una manera más profunda y general el sentido de nuestro ser es la que une la vida con la muerte, porque la limitación de nuestra existencia por la muerte es decisiva para la comprensión y la valoración de la vida.»

Burasi, Amerikali yazar Edgar Lee Masters'in Spoon River'ini olusturan siirsel oykulerinin aksine, trajik olmayi amaclamayan, normal yasama ait, gundelik olaylarla yetinen kucuk bir komedidir. Ama huzunlu bir yani da eksik degildir; cunku arabacinin en gosterissiz mzarindan devlet memurunun en ayricalkli mezarina kadar butun yasamlari ozetleyen parlak renkli haclarin paylastiklari bir sey vardi: Hepsi baska bir hayat surmek isterdi. Yazik ki hayat bir tanedir.