Quotes About Mortality

long race with death

You are alive and he is dead. Always remember that and live your life not to be a hero but to remain alive.

used to tell people, 'Don't eat so much or you'll die, don't smoke so much or you'll die, don't work so much or you'll die, don't drink so much or you'll die.' Nobody listens. You know why? Because I don't say, 'You will die tomorrow.

Se, all'improvviso, sentissimo che stiamo per morire e ci domandassimo: quale traccia lasceremo del nostro passaggio per questo canile?, la risposta corretta sarebbe: nessuna, non abbiamo fatto niente se non parlare per conto di altri. Che cosa significherebbe, altrimenti, aver tradotto milioni di parole d cui non ne ricordiamo neppure una, perchè nessuna meritava di essere ricordata?

Dan camkan ini, pada hari di mana kalian berhenti berjalan, kalian akan lenyap seutuhnya.

So I would die in here. I'd leave my little life. I'd barely worn it out. Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closest, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when the elbows and knees were stained with grass and mud, shoulder pads uneven from people hugging you all the time, downpours and blistering sun, the fabric faded, buttons gone.

Today dies a crooked and gluttonus man' - it was true, at least literally; McCullough allegedly weighed three hundred pounds and suffered from scoliosis.

How scary and sudden the shift from Living to Dead.

But now that you mention it, will you promise to off me when I'm ninety and never leave home without an oxygen tank? Make a day of it. Just roll me and my wheelchair off the George Washington Bridge and call it a life. Deal? The request seemed to make her smile. Deal. They should really tack that on to the marriage ceremony. 'Do you promise to love, honor, obey me, and also to kill me when I can no longer stand in a shower?'?

I'm not afraid of total failure. In the end, we're all just food for worms, so what are we so worried about?

Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when the elbows and knees were stained with grass and mud, shoulder pads uneven from people hugging you all the time, downpours and blistering sun, the fabric faded, buttons gone.

Dear friend, life passes with or without God.

I'm going to die and my son farts in my face... what a waste!

No matter what we do, he taught, we cannot sustain the illusion of our self-sufficiency. We are all subject to decay, old age, and death, to disappointment, loss, and disease.

impermanence is the inescapable flavor of worldly life.

If not exactly raging against the dying of the light, I was at least a little cross with it.

Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it's gone it's not you who'll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it!

And all his molecules were broken down into other molecules and they went into the earth and were eaten by worms and went into the plants and if we go and dig in the same place in 10 years there will be nothing except his skeleton left. And in 1,000 years even his skeleton will be gone. But that is all right because he is a part of the flowers and the apple tree and the hawthorn bush now.

Lo que de verdad pasa cuando te mueres es que tu cerebro deja de funcionar y el cuerpo se pudre, ... Todas sus moléculas se descompusieron en otras moléculas y pasaron a la tierra y se las comieron los gusanos y pasaron a las plantas. Si vamos y cavamos al cabo de 1000 años, hasta el esqueleto habrá desaparecido. Pero eso está bien, porque ahora forma parte de las flores y del manzano y del matorral de espino.

when I'mstanding on the top of a very tall building and there are thousands of housesand cars and people below me and my head is so full of all these things thatI'm afraid that I'm going to forget to stand up straight and hang on to the railand I'm going to fall over and be killed.

In the same way that certain sections of the city were mortal battlegrounds, some parts of the calendar were always more warlike than others, and during the days between Christmas and the new year all elements seemed to conspire to subdue the soul. Fire, rain, sickness, cold, and death were everywhere spread through the dark as in a painting of hell. People struggled until exhaustion, giving everything they had, and the days were packed with trials and mysteries.

The rich died, too, disappointing all those who thought that somehow they didn't. Peter Lakes had no illusions about mortality. He knew that it made everyone perfectly equal, and that the treasures of the earth were movement, courage, laughter, and love. The wealthy could not buy these things. On the contrary they were for the taking.

When you die, you know, you hear the insistent pounding that defines all things, whether of matter or energy, since there is nothing in the universe, really, but proportion.

Mortality is like the cold. It cannot be altered by human conceit or solidarity, and at the end you will be on your knees, in shock and amazement, and then you'll have only one sword, one shield, one great thing to carry you through. Alessandro waited to hear what that was, but his father would not say. If you don't discover it yourself, it will be nothing more than an exhortation from me.