Quotes About Mortality

One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.

Life is slow dying.

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time. - The Mower

Have I been wrong, to think the breath That sharpens life is life itself, not death?

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

he [Llewelyn Powys] has always in mind the great touchstone Death & consequently life is always judged as how far it fits us, or compensates us, for ultimately dying.

He [Samuel Butler] made a practise of doing the forks last when washing up, on the grounds that he might die before he got to them. This is very much his principle of 'eating the grapes downwards', so that however many grapes you have eaten the next is always the best of the remainder.

Thirty years will pass before I remember that moment when suddenly I knew each man has one brother who dies when he sleeps and sleeps when he rises to face this life, and that together they are only one man sharing a heart that always labours, hands yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?

Cattle die, kindred die, we ourselves shall die, but I know one thing that never dies: the reputations of each one dead.

They say that even the brightest star won't shine forever. But in fact, the brightest star would live the shortest amount of time. Feel free to extract whatever life lesson you want from that.

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.

Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive.

These people no doubt became more common in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, and judging from La Fontaine, those who tried to cheat death were found primarily among the old: He who most resembles the dead is the most reluctant to die. Eighteenth-century

fundamental truth: that in the end, death is only a matter between you and yourself?

Later I will do the same with death. I will behave as if life will just continue. I will talk to a friend the day before he dies, imagining the future, even when he is emaciated, intubated, clearly on his deathbed. When I hear of his passing, it will always be a surprise to me.

Op mijn leeftijd ga je niet in één klap dood. Je bent als een huis waarvan de luiken worden gesloten, waar de meubels een voor een worden weggehaald, waar eerst het gas wordt afgesloten, dan het water, en ten slotte het licht, totdat de deur voor de laatste keer op slot wordt gedraaid en de sleutel wordt weggegooid. Een grappige gedachte. Niemand ziet het, maar ik glimlach.

Aunque sepa que un día morirá, el hombre no puede vivir continuamente en un mundo que no le devuelve más que la conciencia de su propia muerte, un mundo saturado de muerte y que sólo ha sido ideado para eso.

Llorarlo es lanzar un puñado de vida a los ojos de la muerte. Sabes que sólo la cegará durante unos instantes, pero te alivia.

Prisimenu pagalvojau, kad akys nepavaldžios amžiui ir kad mes visad mirštame su vaiko akimis, kurios vien? dien? atsiv?r? pasauliui ir su juo nebesiskyr?.

In the end, there's no sort of difference between dying from ignorance and dying under the feet of thousands of men who have regained their freedom. You close your eyes, and then there's nothing anymore. And death is never difficult. It requires neither a hero nor a slave. It eats what it's served.

Oui, sans le connaître, sans même avoir jamais vu ses traits, je lui en ai voulu. Être jaloux d'un mort. Vouloir être à sa place.

As pessoas bondosas desaparecem depressa. Toda a gente gosta muito delas, a morte também. Só os patifes são resistentes. Esses, em geral, morrem velhos e por vezes na própria cama. Em paz.

Qui n'a plus qu'un moment a vivre N'a plus rien a dissimuler

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.