Quotes About Mortality

You may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don't imagine that, with all that you are saying, you will make a man that will live longer than he.

Discourse is not life; its time is not your time; in it, you will not be reconciled to death; you may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don't imagine that, with all that you are saying you will make a man that will live longer than he.

The head that will become a skull is already empty. Madness is the déjà-là of death.

por el poder de hacer vivir o de arrojar a la muerte.

All the wisdom and reasoning in the world do in the end conclude in this point, to teach us not to fear to die.

Her y?l biraz daha içler ac?s? bir ÅŸekilde çürüyen bir tenin seyrine güçsüz ve altüst olmuÅŸ bir ÅŸekilde ÅŸahitlik ettiÄŸini bildiÄŸimiz Bataille, tene en ÅŸiddetli ve en ac?mas?z kaderi biçen metinleri meditasyon diye seçer.

What does it mean to be human? What are we doing here on this planet? What should we do with all the beauty and the horror? I spent a year as a hospice chaplain and what did I learn? That everyone wants to live. Even if just to gaze out a window at the sky.

When you have all eternity, the word hurry is relative. And the guards, being mortal, have less of it, and their version of slugglish doesn't approach your version of fast? Something very like that.

Bertrand Russell once lamented "that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought or feeling, can preserve a life beyond the grave; that all the labors of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system; and the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins…

He couldn't lose me now or ever. I was the guy with the cowl and scythe. I had a hundred and forty black horses under me and an hour-glass in my hand, laughing like crazy until the tears rolled down my cheeks.

Too many times naked women and death walked side by side.

Pero todo el mundo sabe que la vida no vale la pena de ser vivida. En el fondo, no ignoraba que morir a los treinta años o a los setenta importa poco, pues, naturalmente, en ambos casos, otros hombres y otras mujeres vivían y así durante miles de años. En suma, nada podría ser más claro. Era siempre yo quien moriría, ahora o dentro de veinte años.

I will even feel guilty for not telling you how much I love you. The love that makes me happy is the love that I can share with you. Why do I need to deny that I love you? It is not important if you love me back. I may die tomorrow or you may die tomorrow. What makes me happy now is to let you know how much I love you.

The angel of death comes to us and says, "You see everything that exists here is mine; it is not yours. Your house, your spouse, your children, your car, your career, your money — everything is mine and I can take it away when I want to, but for now you can use it.

The angel of death can teach us to live every day as if it is the last day of our lives, as if there may be no tomorrow. We can begin each day by saying, "I am awake, I see the sun. I am going to give my gratitude to the sun and to everything and everyone, because I am still alive. One more day to be myself.

We become aware that we can die at any moment; we have just the present to be alive. The truth is that we don't know if we are going to die tomorrow. Who knows? We have the idea that we have many years in the future. But do we?

El mayor pecado que cometes es rechazarte a ti mismo. En términos religiosos, el autorrechazo es un «pecado mortal», es decir que te conduce a la muerte. En cambio, la impecabilidad te conduce a la vida.

The love that makes me happy is the love that I can share with you. Why do I need to deny that I love you? It is not important if you love me back. I may die tomorrow or you may die tomorrow. What makes me happy now is to let you know how much I love you.

Toate sunt trec?toare. Chinuri, suferinÈ›e, v?rs?ri de sânge, molim?, foamete. Totul va pieri, dar stelele de pe cer vor d?inui È™i atunci când jos, pe p?mânt, nu va mai r?mâne nici m?car umbra noastr? sau a înf?ptuirilor noastre. Nu se afl? nimeni pe faÈ›a p?mântului care s? n-o È™tie. ?i atunci de ce nu vrem s? ne îndrept?m privirea spre stele? De ce?

Y la verdad es, chico, que no vas a hacer nada. Al menos ahora. Hacer cosas es un lujo que sólo se permiten los vivos. Los muertos... bueno, más que nada, miran.

Oh, Christ. Word stuff, paper stuff, and that's neither words nor paper in that goddam little coffin, that's my son, my kid, my little dirty gap-toothed boy with the torn britches and the scabs on his knees, and he wasn't ever intended to ride thunder and bridle lightning, no man is. Pulp heroes were all made of wood and they could do it, but Dan's human and soft and easily broken. He hasn't any business there, no man has.

Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly

Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortal—there's the trick! And generally he's unable to say what he's going to do this same evening.

Tak, czÅ'owiek jest Å›miertelny, ale to jeszcze póÅ' biedy. Najgorsze, ?e to, i? jest Å›miertelny, okazuje siÄ™ niespodziewanie, w tym wÅ'aÅ›nie sÄ™k!