Quotes About Mortality

Neopovrhuj smrÃ…Â¥ou, ale spriate? sa s ?ou, lebo aj ona je jedným z toho, ?o chce prirodzenosÃ…Â¥.

that everything has always been the same, and keeps recurring, and it makes no difference whether you see the same things recur in a hundred years or two hundred, or in an infinite period; ii. that the longest-lived and those who will die soonest lose the same thing. The present is all that they can give up, since that is all you have, and what you do not have, you cannot lose.

How many of them who came into the world at the same time when I did, are already gone out of it? LII.

cuando te indignares sin medida, recuerda que la vida humana es infinitamente breve y que dentro de poco estaremos todos tendidos en el lecho fúnebre.

When a man kisses his child, said Epictetus, he should whisper to himself, To-morrow perchance thou wilt die.- But those are words of bad omen.- No word is a word of bad omen, said Epictetus, which expresses any work of nature; or if it is so, it is also a word of bad omen to speak of the ears of corn being reaped.

If any god told thee that thou shalt die to-morrow, or certainly on the day after to-morrow, thou wouldst not care much whether it was on the third day or on the morrow, unless thou wast in the highest degree mean-spirited- for how small is the difference?- So think it no great thing to die after as many years as thou canst name rather than to-morrow.

Don't die bitterly, regretful of all the things you haven't yet learned, all the books you haven't yet read. Die serenely and content, with a heart full of gratitude.

Hipócrates[207], tras sanar muchas enfermedades, enfermó él y murió. Los

All those people who came into the world with me and have already left it.

What is this, fundamentally? What is its nature and substance, its reason for being? What is it doing in the world? How long is it here for?

47. Suppose that a god announced that you were going to die tomorrow "or the day after." Unless you were a complete coward you wouldn't kick up a fuss about which day it was—what difference could it make? Now recognize that the difference between years from now and tomorrow is just as small.

Not to live as if you had endless years ahead of you. Death overshadows you. While you're alive and able—be good.

Ultrájate, ultrájate a ti misma, alma mía! Y no encontrarás luego la ocasión de adquirirte el honor que a ti misma debes. Breve es la vida de todos. La tuya se te pasó casi toda, y no te aprecias cuando, por el contrario, mides tu felicidad por lo que acontece en las almas ajenas.

We too will inevitably end up where so many eloquent orators have gone, so many distinguished philosophers (Heraclitus, Pythagoras, Socrates), so many heroes of old, and so many generals and tyrants

Onaj tko je sav usplahiren zbog budu?e slave propušta shvatiti kako ?e svi koji ga pamte ubrzo biti mrtvi - kao i on.

In short, know this: Human lives are brief and trivial. Yesterday a blob of semen; tomorrow embalming fluid, ash. To pass through this brief life as nature demands. To give it up without complaint. Like an olive that ripens and falls. Praising its mother, thanking the tree it grew on.

Whatever is beautiful owes its beauty to itself, and when it dies its beauty dies with it. Praise adds nothing to beauty, makes it neither better nor worse.

Not as though thou hadst thousands of years to live. Death hangs over thee: whilst yet thou livest, whilst thou mayest, be good.

Soon you will have forgotten all things: soon all things will have forgotten you.

That sort of person is bound to do that. You might as well resent a fig tree for secreting juice. (Anyway, before very long you'll both be dead—dead and soon forgotten.)

Either thou dost Continue in this kind of life and that is it, which so long thou hast been used unto and therefore tolerable: or thou doest retire, or leave the world, and that of thine own accord, and then thou hast thy mind: or thy life is cut off; and then mayst thou rejoice that thou hast ended thy charge. One of these must needs be. Be therefore of good comfort.

as if you were dying right now, despise your flesh. A mess of blood, pieces of bone, a woven tangle of nerves, veins, arteries. Consider what the spirit is: air, and never the same air

Alexander the Macedonian and his groom by death were brought to the same state; for either they were received among the same seminal principles of the universe, or they were alike dispersed among the atoms. Consider

Or is it your reputation that's bothering you? But look at how soon we're all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of all those applauding hands. The people who praise us—how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region in which it all takes place. The whole earth a point in space—and most of it uninhabited