Quotes About Mortality

And at three o'clock in the morning, as they lie beside us peacefully slumbering away, we wake up in a cold sweat, cheeks flushed, teeth clenched, hearts pounding, wondering: How many more laps do we have left? One hundred? One thousand? Six? Ninety-four? Isn't there somebody out there who can give us a clue?

The day before you died was the longest, slowest day ever. It gave you more time than you could possibly want to contemplate all the things you'd got wrong, the chances you'd missed, the errors you'd made. It was long enough to convince the most hopeful person that there was no point in anything.

When I saw the illustration a new idea came to me. Might it not be possible to have Satsuko's face and figure carved on my tombstone in the manner of such a Bodhisattva, to use her as the secret model for a Kannon or Seishi? After all, I have no religious beliefs, any sort of faith will do for me; my only conceivable divinity is Satsuko. Nothing could be better than to lie buried under her image.

But I know, I know my death will not kill me. Rather it is the death of others that will kill me.

If you can't sublimate your fear of mortality into sex with your best friend, what's it there for?

Just as trees bear their fruit before winter, just as bamboo grass produces its seeds just before it withers, sex is simply a struggle with death on the human level.

How much significance could the roadway to others have when death was closer than one's companions?

If she were still alive, she would be forty-five this year.

Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.

As long as a human being worries about when he will die, and what he has that is his, all of his works are zero. When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead, then the work of the Teacher is over.

You cannot be a hero unless you are prepared to give up everything; there is no ascent to the heights without a prior descent into darkness, no new life without some form of death. Throughout our lives, we all find ourselves in situations in which we come face to face with the unknown, and the myth of the hero shows us how we should behave. We all have to face the final rite of passage, which is death.

O poeta Para um campónio dinamarquês do seu tipo a ideia de acabar com a vida não custa a conceber. A vida nunca lhes parece - nem é, de resto - uma grande maravilha, e o suicídio, seja por que forma for,é, digamos, a sua maneira natural de morrer.(...) Ele sentira o destino comum dos seus iguais, que é ser, como se feitos de matéria essencialmente diferente do resto da humanidade, invisível para os outros.

Well, it is a good thing he died young. Most men don't have the good sense to know when to quit this earth. At least your husband didn't drag on and on like some do.

The ambition of most beings is just to stay alive, overeat, spend too much, and avoid hard work. I'm happy that I can achieve much more than that…and we all die sooner or later. A death in service of a great ideal is a fine thing.

the best way to stop worrying about your inevitable demise is to dwell on it morbidly until you're so bored that you forget it.

What happens to people when they realize they're never going to die? Wow. The whole human existence is predicated on inevitable death.

Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.

Death snickers at us all, my dear. The eternal footman will not hold my coat forever.

All you could do was wait for death to make you inconsequential. Frank

Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.

Of Myself and of Death' (pp. 287–300).

To philosophize is to learn to die – philosophizing is a soaring up to the Godhead – the knowledge of Being as Being. from "Philosophy and Science", World Review Magazine (March 1950)

felsefe yapmak ölmeyi öÄŸrenmektir.

A life without death would be like a day without sleep.