Quotes About Mortality

Prava samoca je ona u kojoj se osecas apsolutno izolovanim izmedju neba i zemlje, nista ne treba da skrece tvoju paznju od ovih pojava apsolutne izolacije, vec intuicija stravicne lucidnosti treba da otkriva vascelu dramu covekove konacnosti pred beskonacnoscu i prazninom ovog sveta.

O fato de que o mundo tenha permitido a existência de um humano tal como eu mostra que as manchas sobre o sol da vida são tão vastas que elas acabarão por esconder a luz.

Elän ainoastaan siksi, että minun vallassani on kuolla silloin kun se minusta hyvältä tuntuu: ilman itsemurha- ajatusta olisin tappanut itseni aikoja sitten.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

Profundamente, cada passo na vida é um passo na morte e a lembrança disto, um chamado do Nada. Despido do sentido metafísico, o homem ordinário não tem consciência de uma entrada progressiva na morte, ainda que ele não escape mais do que os outros a este destino inexorável.

Mizeria mea este de a voi s? fiu înÅŸelat în dragoste pentru a avea motive în plus s? suf?r. Numai in iubire poÅ£i vedea ce dec?zut eÅŸti. C?ci acela care a privit moartea în fa?? mai poate iubi? Åži-ar putea muri el din cauza iubirii?

What could they expect from this world, those who sense, beyond the normal limits, life, loneliness, despair, and death?

If it is true that by death we once more become what we were before being, would it not have been better to abide by that pure possibility, not to stir from it? What use was this detour, when we might have remained forever in an unrealized plenitude?

Man accepts death but not the hour of his death. To die any time, except when one has to die!

I was alone in that cemetery overlooking the village when a pregnant woman came in. I left at once, in order not to look at this corpse-bearer at close range, nor to ruminate upon the contrast between an aggressive womb and the time-worn tombs -- between a false promise and the end of promises.

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately it is within no one's reach.

The more you live, the less useful it seems to have lived.

güzellik, tomurcuklar?n içinde ÅŸiÅŸinen ölümden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir

We should repeat to ourselves, every day: I am one of the billions dragging himself across the earth's surface. One, and no more. This banality justifies any conclusion, any behavior or action: debauchery, chastity, suicide, work, crime, sloth, or rebellion...Whence it follows that each man is right to do what he does.

You with your veins full of night — you have no more place among men than an epitaph in the middle of a circus.

Old age is the most unexpected thing of all that happens to man," - notes Trotsky a few years before his end. If, as a young man, he had had the exact, visceral intuition of this truth, what a miserable revolutionary he would have made!

We have lost, being born, as much as we shall lose, dying. Everything.

It is of no importance to know who I am since some day I shall no longer be"—that is what each of us should answer those who bother about our identity and desire at any price to coop us up in a category or a definition.

Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be. — Emil Cioran, The Book of Delusions (? Humanitas, January 1, 1991) Originally publishedJanuary 1, 1936

In order to conquer panic or some tenacious anxiety, there is nothing like imagining your own burial. An effective method, readily available to all. In order not to have to resort to it too often in the course of a day, best to experience its benefit straight off, when you get up. Or else use it only at exceptional moments, like Pope Innocent IX, who, having commissioned a painting in which he was shown on his deathbed, glanced at it each time he had to make some important decision.

Man will not last. Ambushed by exhaustion, he will have to pay for his too-original career. For it would be inconceivable and contra naturam that he drag on much longer and come to a good end. This prospect is depressing, hence likely.

Death is not altogether useless: after all, it is because of death that we may be able to recuperate the prenatal space, our only space....

Deep inside, each man feels — and believes — himself to be immortal, even if he knows he will perish the next moment. We can understand everything, admit everything, realize everything, except our death, even when we ponder it unremittingly and even when we are resigned to it.