Quotes About Mortality

I think about your sister a lot. I think about Will too. When people we love die young it's a nudge, reminding us that we shouldn't take any of it for granted, that we have a duty to make the most of what we have. I feel like I finally get that.

we can rejoice in the fact that every person we have discussed and mourned and grieved over was here, walking among us – and whether they were taken after six months or sixty years, we were lucky to have them.' He nodded. 'We were lucky to have them.' I

Agnes's expression was briefly wistful. Then she shrugged. "But on the bright side, they are quite old. Maybe some of them will die soon.

I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual.

Go out onto the deck and stare at the sky for ten minutes, and remind yourself that ultimately ours is a meaningless and futile existence and that our little planet will probably be swallowed by a black hole, so none of this will have any point anyway.

I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live. I realized I was afraid of living without him.

None of us lasts forever, do we? If I'm honest, seeing her like that was an unwelcome reminder of my own mortality. Of what I had been. Of what we all must become.

But mostly I felt filled with horror. I was haunted by what I now knew. How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death? How could this man whose skin I had felt that morning under my fingers – warm, and alive – choose to just extinguish himself? How could it be that, with everyone's consent, in six months' time that same skin would be decaying under the ground?

He had told her a few weeks ago that being this age was like walking among snipers, that people he cared about were being picked off and there was nothing you could do and no way of telling who was next.

Cand oamenii pe care ii iubim mor tineri este ca si cum am primi un semnal care ne aminteste ca nimic nu este garantat, ca aveam datoria sa profitam la maximum de ceea ce avem. Am sentimentul ca, in sfarsit, am inteles asta.

When people we love die young it's a nudge, reminding us that we shouldn't take any of it for granted, that we have a duty to make the most of what we have. I feel like I finally get that.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death? How could this man whose skin I had felt that morning under my fingers – warm, and alive – choose to just extinguish himself? How could it be that, with everyone's consent, in six months' time that same skin would be decaying under the ground?

We die every day," Kit said. "It's called being human.

I guess this is a prayer to the unsettled arc of mortality, the hoist and shuffle of this uncertain moment, our lives like bulbs flaring and going out as the city's seven million souls--ah, but that's another argument--click out their bedside lamps and curl toward whatever approximation of warmth they have found, while the music plays on in the streets below, the neon humming, the ambulances wailing the sudden shocked song of the living.

For men and women alike, this journey is a the trajectory between birth and death, a human life lived. No one escapes the adventure. We only work with it differently.

Death had come to be treated too often like lost points in a video game.

Ak, visa, k? davei, trokštu išgyventi, kiekvien? daikt? ir poj?t? - vis? save ir pasaul? - kol ateis mirtis, kol ateis kita.

The arrows of death fly unseen at noon-day; the sharpest sight cannot discern them.

7. Resolved, Never to do any thing, which I should be afraid to do if it were the last hour of my life.

Tis very little worth the while for us to pursue after honor in this world, where the greatest honor is but a bubble and will soon vanish away, and death will level all. Some have more stately houses than others, and some are in higher office than others, and some are richer than others and have higher seats in the meeting-house than others; but all graves are upon a level.

The present state is short and transitory; but our state in the other world, is everlasting.

The extensive regulation of sex in many cultures, the attempt to link love to God and then to cut away the sex, is part of an elaborate defense against the gnawing fear of mortality.

Human beings all know that they are going to die, and so human cultures go to great lenghts to construct systems of meaning that dignify life and convince people that their lives have more meaning than those of the animals that die all around them. The extensive regulation of sex in many cultures, the attempt to link love to God and then to cut away the sex, is part of an elaborate defense against the gnawing fear of morality.

You can die merging onto the freeway. You can choke on your take-out salad.