Quotes About Mortality

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. 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. 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.

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.

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...our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe - are challenged by that point of pale light.

We have examined the universe in space and seen that we live on a mote of dust circling a humdrum star in the remotest corner of an obscure galaxy.

Si uno está muerto, no puede hacer nada para ser feliz.

To what purpose should I trouble myself in searching out the secrets of the stars, having death or slavery continually before my eyes? —A question put to Pythagoras by Anaximenes (c. 600 B.C.), according to Montaigne

Un asombroso declive de la expectativa de vida, el aumento de la mortalidad infantil, las violentas epidemias de enfermedades, las condiciones sanitarias por debajo del mínimo y la ignorancia de la medicina preventiva se unen para elevar el umbral a partir del cual se dispara el escepticismo de una población cada vez más desesperada

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. 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.

Individual asexual organisms die by mistake - when the run out of something, or when they experience a lethal accident. Sexual organisms are designed to die, preprogrammed to do so. Death serves as a poignant reminder of our limitations and frailties - and of the bond with our ancestors who, in a way, died that we might live.

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. It

We will die and we fear death. This fear is worldwide and transcultural. It probably has significant survival value. Those who wish to postpone or avoid death can improve the world, reduce its perils, make children who will live after us, and create great works by which they will be remembered.

There may be such intelligences and such starships, but pulsars are not their signature. Instead, they are the doleful reminders that nothing lasts forever; that stars also die.

The universe seems neither benign nor hostile, merely indifferent to the concerns of such puny creatures as we are.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

human beings dream of life everlasting. But most of them want it on earth and not in heaven.

you've gone past something you couldn't afford to go past; your time, your youth, you've passed it. It's all you had, and you've had it.

Las vidas de todas las personas, ¿qué son sino rastros de escombro... cada día más escombro... más escombro... largos, muy largos rastros de escombros que nada puede limpiar más que la muerte?

Ignorance - of mortality - is a comfort. A man don't have that comfort, he's the only living thing that conceives of death, that knows what it is.

But I think people always die alone... with or without relations.

Ignorance of mortality is a comfort.

The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he's dying don't give him pity for others.

Desconocer la muerte da tranquilidad. El hombre no goza de esa tranquilidad, es el único ser viviente que sabe que va a morir, y que sabe en qué consiste la muerte. Los otros seres no, y así deberían vivir todos, sin saberlo, sin tener la más remota idea.

All of these lived and died upon the earth and nothing was done about it.

It is death that gives life its meaning.