Quotes About Mortality

I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.

Death preserves an ideal.

Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.

They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them

The smile that folded the puffed eyelids and creased the sagging cheeks was fixed and forced. I'd seen such smiles in mortuaries on the false face of death. It reminded me that I was going to grow old and die.

You'd steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes and sell his body for soap.

Dying in vain isn't really all that bad since nearly everyone does it. It's the living in vain you really have to watch out for.

Not afraid to die , but not the fear of death

Wenn man plötzlich die Uhr ticken hört, dann hört man nichts anderes mehr. Und ich habe Angst davor, eines Tages nichts mehr zu sein. Ich habe ngst davor, zu Asche und Staub zu werden...

This life of utter givenness to God and the other, the neighbour, is already a life that death cannot contain.

knowledge of our own mortality

Out of 2,339 children received into London workhouses in the five years after 1750, only 168 were alive in 1755.

El ánfora funesta del divino veneno que ha de ser por la vida la tortura interior, la consciencia espantable de nuestro humano cieno y el horror de sentirse pasajero, el horror de ir a tientas, en intermitentes espantos, hacia lo inevitable, desconocido, y la pesadilla brutal de este dormir de llantos ¡de la cual no hay más que Ella que nos despertará!

A morte exige brevidade de palavras, porque o tempo é curto. E, sendo curto o tempo, as palavras devem dizer o essencial.

a dor pode ser tão forte que as pessoas chegam a imaginar que viver com dor tamanha não vale a pena. É melhor morrer. Na morte não se sente dor.

A vida é bela. Pare de namorar a morte! Beba a taça até o fim!

Eu gostaria que uma graça semelhante me fosse concedida: poder preparar o fim da minha vida como um compositor termina a sua sonata – para deixá-la perfeita e completa, como herança àqueles a quem amo, obra de arte acabada e bela. Mas a vida não acontece assim.

A morte não mais me causa medo. O que ela me dá é uma imensa tristeza.

We're always surprised when something ends; everything ends, so why do we never think it's our turn?

Medical statistics will be our standard of measurement: we will weigh life for life and see where the dead lie thicker, among the workers or among the privileged.

Death is simple, but my evasions are complex.

That was my big realization twenty years ago. It all passes. Here I am at the bathroom door, and how can I ever get to the sink? How can high school ever end, how can I ever finish college, how can I ever be married? But then I'm at the sink, I'm back out the door, I have a Ph.D., I'm married with three kids, and twenty years have passed. Here I am alive, and how can I ever die? But I will, I know I will, I know it in my soul.

There's no jealousy in the grave.

My feelings about my mortality are less selfish than they used to be. I used to affect a cavalier attitude to death now I see it from my son's perspective.