Quotes About Mortality

We have a saying up here. 'Life is wasted on the living.

So what do we do if we get bitten by something deadly, then?" I asked. He blinked at me as if I were stupid. "Well, what do you think you do?" he said. "You die of course. That's what deadly means.

Life is wasted on the living.'

I don't want to die now! I've got a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache, I'd be all cross and wouldn't enjoy it!

C'est un sujet mort, Arthur. Il est étendu par terre. Il agite ses petites pattes et il ne va pas tarder à gagner le grenier des archives, ma petite pipistrelle adorée.

çünkü ben bir ölüyüm, ki böyle olmak insana mükemmel ve hiçbir ÅŸeyle engellen?nemiÅŸ bir bak?? aç?s? saÄŸl?yor. Bizim oralarda 'hayat yaÅŸayanlar?n elinde ziyan olur' diye bir söz vard?r.

Tried to die, though, but can't. You can't die when you never really lived, can you? It would be redundant.

Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.

Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.

Humans are part of nature, and nature is one great big wood chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones, and hair.

Lonely people want to be dead, yet we're still not quite ready to go—we don't want to miss the action; we want to see who wins next year's Academy Awards.

I once read that for every person currently alive on earth, there are nineteen dead people who have lived before us. That's not that much really. Our existence as a species on earth has been so short. We forget that.

Life is boring. People are vengeful. Good things always end. We do so many things and we don't know why, and if we do find out why, it's decades later and knowing why doesn't matter any more.

Crawl to your God, you arrogant bastard. See if your God doesn't look at the slime trail you leave behind you and throw you to the buzzards. You heartless, sad little man. You don't even have a soul. You killed it years ago. I want you to die. You got that? I want you to die.

No civilization has survived forever. All move toward dissolution, one after the other, like waves of the sea falling upon the shore. None, including ours, is exempt from the universal fate.

A 90 percent mortality rate is high enough: It does not just kill people; it annihilates societies; it destroys languages, religions, histories, and cultures. It chokes off the transmission of knowledge from one generation to the next.

To put that statistic into personal terms, make a list of the nineteen people closest to you: All but one will die. (This

What is it the Arab sages call death?" Pendergast went on. "The destroyer of all earthly pleasures. And how true it is: old age, sickness, and at last death comes to us all. Some console themselves with religion, others through denial, others through philosophy or mere stoicism.

Bah! The infirmities of age. What a bore. We gain honors, age, and wealth, and then just when we're ready to enjoy them, Father Time comes swooping down and screws up our bodies. Pulvis et umbra sumus and all that.

like having death poke his stinking mug into your face to make you think about things.

Many of the Spanish by this time had fallen sick, and quite a few had died, due to the unsanitary conditions on board ship and the impossibility of escaping contagion. In a few years, fully half of Columbus's fifteen hundred soldiers would be dead of disease.

If you're honest with yourself, you can still feel the terrible weight of time pressing on you; that awful, relentless, bodily corruption that is happening constantly to us all.

Nobody ever makes their plans as if they're going to die the next day.

When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground ... who then can sing spells to call it back again?