Quotes About Mortality

This second is life. And when it is gone, it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead.

enjoying the pressure of reading, thinking, while at my back is always the mocking tick: A Life is Passing. My Life.

Las letras surgen de estas teclas negras, y estas teclas negras Surgen de mis dedos alfabéticos, ordenando partes, Partes, pedazos, piezas, múltiplos brillantes. Aquí, cada vez que me siento, muero. Pierdo una dimensión.

He who was living is now dead. We who were living are now dying.

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.

Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

that which is only living Can only die

I have seen the eternal Footman snicker hold my coat, and snicker. And in short I was afraid...

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom

The important fact is that for the man the act is eternal, and that for the brief space he has to live, he is already dead. He is already in a different world from ours. He has crossed the frontier. The important fact is that something is done which can not be undone-a possibility which none of us realize until we face it ourselves.

Death! I had not thought Death had undone so many

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320 Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

I can show you fear in a handful of dust

I am no prophet—and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker

Well! and what if she should die some afternoon, Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose; Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand With the smoke coming down above the housetops; Doubtful, for a while Not knowing what to feel or if I understand Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon . . . Would she not have the advantage, after all? This music is successful with a "dying fall" Now that we talk of dying— And should I have the right to smile?

I an old man, A dull head among windy spaces.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. And

You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.

And I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker.

For him the death is now only on this side, For him, danger and safety have another meaning.