Quotes About Mortality

L'homme n'est qu'un roseau, le plus faible de la nature; mais c'est un roseau pensant. Il ne faut pas que l'univers entier s'arme pour l'éraser: un vapeur, un goutte d'eau suffit pout le tuer. Mais, quand l'univers l'écraserait, l'homme serait encore plus noble que ce qui le tue, pare qu'il sait qu'il meurt, et l'avantage que l'univers a sur lui, l'univers n'en sait rien.

and the same man who spends so many days and nights in fury and despair at losing some office or at some imaginary affront to his honour is the very one who knows that he is going to lose everything through death and feels neither anxiety nor emotion.

Do they think that they have given us great pleasure by telling us that they hold our soul to be no more than wind or smoke, and saying it moreover in tones of pride and satisfaction? Is this then something to be said gaily? Is it not on the contrary something to be said sadly, as being the saddest thing in the world?

152] Between us and heaven or hell there is only life half-way, the most fragile thing in the world.

When I consider the small span of my life absorbed in the eternity of all time, or the small part of space which I can touch or see engulfed by the infinite immensity of spaces that I know not and that know me not, I am frightened and astonished to see myself here instead of there...now instead of then.

Însa în cazul în care universul l-ar strivi, omul ar fi înca mai nobil decât ceea ce-l ucide; pentru ca el stie ca moare; iar avantajul pe care universul îl are asupra lui, acest univers nu-l cunoaste.

The last act is bloody, however fine the rest of the play. They throw earth over your head and it is finished forever.

Being unable to overcome death, misery, and uncertainty, men have agreed, in order to be happy, not to think about them.

138] Diversion. It is easier to bear death when one is not thinking about it than the idea of death when there is no danger. (166)

Notre durée vaine et chétive

Fascinatio nugacitatis - Pentru ca patima s? nu ne vat?me, s? tr?im ca ÅŸi cum n-am avea decât opt zile de tr?it.

When I consider the brief span of my life absorbed into the eternity which comes before and after-- as the remembrance of a guest that tarrieth but a day --the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there, now rather than then.

Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

133] Diversion. Being unable to cure death, wretchedness and ignorance, men have decided, in order to be happy, not to think about such things.

Let us imagine a number of men in chains, and all condemned to death, where some are slaughtered each day in the sight of the others, and those who remain see their own fate in that of their fellows, and wait their turn, looking at each other sorrowfully and without hope. It is an image of the condition of men.

There is no equality. The only thing people all have in common is that they are all going to die.

When You Cease To Exist, Then Who Will You Blame?

Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark, to dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is com in' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Cause of death, multiple wounds in upper right chest as well as severing of right arm, all leading to exsanguination." "He bled out," Mac said quickly as Roland began to open his mouth.

A man can think he's invincible, but Father Time has a way of putting him in his place.

It's also more deadly than even your strenuous flus.

We're all the same, and none of us are in this world for all that long. We must learn to love and respect each other and understand there is a greater power driving the bus. We're only passengers. Our job is the enjoy the ride!

It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.