Quotes About Mortality

When I am dead and in my head And all my bones are are rotten, Take this book and think of me And mind I'm not forgotten.

I try to write lyrics so that they won't age, which sort of leaves you with the big subjects like death and love and sex and violence.

Ne prenez pas la vie au sérieux; de toute façon, vous n'en sortirez pas vivant Bernard Le Bovier de Fontenelle (11 février 1657- 9 janvier 1757) mort à 99 ans...

It is not merely that people must die and people must suffer, if not here, then there. But what is dreadful is that the world goes on and people go on being stupidly cruel - in the old ways and all the time.

Fall is nature's grace time; giving you a chance to put things in order, for the dying.

La Beauté finit en Laideur, le destin de la Jeunesse est d'être Flétrie, la Vie n'est qu'un lent Pourrissement, nous Mourons chaque Jour.

T? k? nabagie mirst,bag?tajiem ir iemesls dz?vot.

Crezusem c? a face copii e cel mai bun mijloc de a învinge moartea. Nu e câtu?i de pu?in adev?rat. Po?i s? mori împreun? cu ei, ?i asta e ca ?i cum nici unul dintre voi nu ar fi existat vreodat?.

A? vrea s? tr?iesc în lumea virtual?, dar am s? mor în cea real?.

toute vie, même nulle, est supérieure au néant, même héroïque.

So, having dried my tear-swollen eyelids, I take up my pen to inquire of you, are you alive or did you die? If you are dead, please let me know, and I will tell the cook, for ever since she heard about it she has been saying her prayers.

To die is man's finest action - and what might be his worst? To be born.

Elle éprouvait une paix qui peut-être était de la déception. Elle ignorait qu'elle ne serait pas toujours secourue ; non, les morts ne secourent pas les vivants : nous les avons invoqués en vain au bord de l'abîme ; leur silence, leur absence ressemblaient à une complicité.

Baste! enough! I sup, I wet, I humect, I moisten my gullet, I drink, and all for fear of dying. Drink always and you shall never die.

People who are afraid of death are afraid of lif

We thought ourselves kings of the ages. Now we find that all our civilisation has been nothing but a brief, brightly lit nursery, where we have played with paper crowns and wooden sceptres.

Fear made everyone look very alive in a strange and fragile way, like the last flare of a candle before it dies.

He has been dying for a very, very, very long time, and his span came to an end as all eras must.

But I'm afraid to sleep!" whispered Trista. "What if I fall to pieces before I wake up? What if tomorrow morning I'm just a pile of leaves and sticks tucked under a blanket? What if this is the last time I've got left, and I waste it all being asleep, then wake up dead?

We thought ourselves kings of the ages. Now we find that our civilization has been nothing but a brief, brightly lit nursery, where we have played with paper crowns and wooden scepters. Beyond the door are the dark wastes where Leviathans wrestled for millennia. We are a blink of an eye, a joke amidst a tragedy.

It was not the first time Faith had been alone with the dead of course. She had watched five younger brothers wane, felt the trusting pressure of their small hands in hers. And later, each time, she had done her part in keeping watch over the body for the wake. There always needed to be somebody watching over the newly dead, just in case they turned out not to be dead after all. It was best to know these things before anyone was actually buried.

And the bones fell to the ground, and other bones fell on top of them, and yet more bones, until there were whole hills and cliffs made of them. Death upon death upon death upon death. And two-legged animals dug up old bones and wondered at them. And then they died as well and lay there, like a rat in the sawdust, waiting to become old bones.

Everyone on the Myriad was always one divine whim away from annihilation.

Vivir es un riesgo permanente. Sólo los muertos están a salvo, ya lo sabes. Para siempre. [pp. 112]