Quotes About Mortality

Si alguna vez un rostro ha podido expresar la muerte, si una mirada es capaz de matar, aquel rostro, aquella mirada, se hallaban ante nosotros.

Death and the devil go together, and so sure as the devil grips hold of you, death is not far off, you may be sure, in some form or other, waiting, waiting, waiting.

In their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.

This is my risk to take.Not yours. I can live with getting myself killed. Technically, you can't live if you get yourself killed.

Mira admitted. "This is my risk to take. Not yours. I can live with getting myself killed." "Technically, you can't live if you get killed," Jace pointed out.

The truth can be devastating. We spend much of our lives protecting ourselves from it and shielding others as well. We use lies to take the edge off life. We dream of a better tomorrow. We hide from our regrets and inadequacies. We try to exaggerate the good and downplay the bad. We even manage to hide from the inescapable reality that sooner or later we and everyone we love is going to die.

Misfits need misfits to worship. It was white kids trying to avoid being white adults; all of them going through the detour of punk culture to expend and waste their youth, because they all knew they were gonna die someday, bald, fat and stupid.

This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

It's just strange, he agrees, staring out the window, lost. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then... Kimball stops, fails to complete the sentence. Nothing, I sigh, nodding. "People just... disappear, he says. The earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, somewhat sadly, checking my Rolex.

The old man wasn't quite gone yet. His lungs gurgled. Rudy was hungry. He checked the refrigerator and found a recent deli bag of sliced turkey. He sat on the bed, finished the turkey, and watched the traffic crawling on the street outside as he waited for Keyes to die.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

We revere the absolute but are bound to the transitory.

The examined life examines death.

as Stephen Jay Gould summarized it, "A large brain allowed us to learn…the inevitability of our personal mortality"26 and "all religion began with an awareness of death.

The only guarantee in life is death, and the only guarantee in death is its shocking unpredictability.

Though death will cancel it, life in this world is a glorious thing.

The individual is shocked by the overwhelming discovery of his own mortality. The species, however, is different. It need not die. —PARDOT KYNES, An Arrakis Primer

Every man has the same final destination: death at the end of life's road. But the path we travel makes all the difference. Some of us have maps and goals. Others are just lost. — PRINCE RHOMBUR VERNIUS

My old friend, I am not like the seasons. I cannot go on forever. It has to finish sometime. -Abbot Mortimer=

Rest assured, when the game is over, the queen and pawn go back into the same box.

Every culture in the universe has a very different opinion about exactly when life begins. But we're all pretty much in agreement on when it's over.

Thanks, but I don't need the Afterschool Special talk. Sounds like I've got, what, three or four years left? That's a fuckin' eternity.

I thought about Pic and Jesus, and I thought about how it never ends well for us writer types. Nobody gets out alive, of course, but is it too much to ask that just one of us goes in our sleep with the knowledge that what we did actually mattered