Quotes About Mortality

I asked her if he missed my poppa. She said she did. But God had always made it so that women outlived men. That way women could have time to be by themselves-a time to be in the world without a reason bein' placed upon it. That women had so many faces: a face for their husband, a face for their children, a face for strangers; only when they were alone could they find that face that suited just them. And if the woman happened to die before the man, that time alone would show him her worth.

We are frightfully concerned with our own deaths, sometimes so much so that we forget the real purpose of our lives

Our body is just a vehicle for us while we're here. It is our soul and our spirit that last forever." I

My philosophy is that I only come around once, as far as I know, before going into the darkness. If you don't do it well, it isn't worth doing, is it?

Rumi says: 'die before you die'. It means live each moment fully. Then, when the moment dies, there is no pain or regret because you'd already lived it completely," said Zoya.

Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life.

Please not to laugh at me. God must matter terribly to men when they are lying bleeding to death in the snow. The memory of the laughter of friends and the tinkle of glasses doesn't help them when one is alone for the last time in pain and with final knowledge of the purpose of life.

Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.

Kita semua akan mati, semuanya. Menakutkan bukan? Alasan itu saja seharusnya membuat kita saling mencintai, tetapi tidak. Kita diteror dan digilas oleh hal-hal yang remeh dalam hidup; ditelan oleh kehampaan.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

Truly, as the ancients taught us, there is nothing under the moon, however fine, that is not subject to corruption.

the existential paradox we all experience; we feel that we are immortal, yet we know that we will die.

understand what Ernest Becker meant when he said something like 'To live fully is to live with an awareness of the rumble of terror that underlies everything

Coroners made Al Garcia jumpy; they always got so cheery when somebody came up with a fresh way to die.

Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the 'Momentary' masters of a 'Fraction' of a 'Dot'

The lifetime of a human being is measured by decades, the lifetime of the Sun is a hundred million times longer. Compared to a star, we are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their lives in the course of a single day.

Compared to a star, we are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their whole lives in the course of a single day. From the point of view of a mayfly, human beings are stolid, boring, almost entirely immovable, offering hardly a hint that they ever do anything. From the point of view of a star, a human being is a tiny flash, one of billions of brief lives flickering tenuously on the surface of a strangely cold, anomalously solid, exotically remote sphere of silicate and iron.

What does seventy million years mean to beings who live only one-millionth as long? We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

The Apollo pictures of the whole Earth conveyed to multitudes something well known to astronomers: On the scale of the worlds - to say nothing of stars or galaxies - humans are inconsequential, a thin film of life on an obscure and solitary lump of rock and metal

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

On the scale of worlds—to say nothing of stars or galaxies—humans are inconsequential, a thin film of life on an obscure and solitary lump of rock and metal.

I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the Earth Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Part of the resistance to Darwin and Wallace derives from our difficulty in imagining the passage of the millennia, much less the aeons. What does seventy million years mean to beings who live only one-millionth as long? We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

In a cosmic perspective, most human concerns seem insignificant, even petty.