Quotes About Mortality

A death wish is not the same as a willingness to die.

Love of life is born of the awareness of death, of the dread of it.

You start to die the moment you are born. The whole of life is cutting through the pack with death. So take it easy. Light a cigarette and be grateful you are still alive as you suck the smoke deep into your lungs. Your stars have already let you come quite a long way since you left your mother's womb and whimpered at the cold air of the world.

You only live twice: Once when you are born And once when you look death in the face.

Mister. Nothing is forever. Only death is permanent. Nothing is forever except what you did to me.

On these things he spent all his money and it was his ambition to have as little as possible in his banking account when he was killed, as, when he was depressed, he knew he would be, before the statutory age of forty-five.

You start to die the moment you are born. The whole of life is cutting through the pack with death.

You start to die the moment you are boirn

It just occurred to me that life's too short. Plenty of time to watch the calories when one goes to heaven.

You start to die the moment you are born. The whole of life is cutting through the pack with death. So take it easy. Light a cigarette and be grateful you are still alive as you suck the smoke deep into your lungs. Your stars have already let you come quite a long way since you left your mother's womb and whimpered at the cold air of the world. Perhaps they'll even let you get to Jamaica tonight.

You only live twice. Once when you are born, and once when you stare death in the face.

Life is full of death, my friend.

You start to die the moment you are born. The whole of life is cutting through the pack with death. So take it easy. Light a cigarette and be grateful you are still alive as you suck the smoke deep into your lungs. Your stars have already let you come quite a long way since you left your mother's womb

Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?

He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented, or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us, we'll desert them in the end.

He saw it for the first time: on the day he died he would be wearing unmatching socks, there would be unanswered e-mails, and in the hovel he called home there would still be shirts missing cuff buttons, a malfunctioning light in the hall, and unpaid bills, uncleared attics, dead flies, friends waiting for a reply and lovers he had not owned up to.

There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die.

How quickly the dead faded into each other

he felt unusually warm toward humankind. He even thought that it could warm to him. Everyone, all of us, individually facing oblivion as a matter of course, and no one complaining much. As a species, not the best imaginable, but certainly the best, no, the most interesting there was.

Au-delà d'un certain âge, traverser la ville donne désagréablement à penser. Les adresses des morts s'accumulent.

After a certain age, when the remaining years first take on their finite aspect, and you begin to feel for yourself the first chill, you watch a dying man with a closer, more brotherly interest.

Birth, death, and frailty in between. Rise and fall- this was the doctor's business, and it was literature's too.

A partir de cierta edad, un trayecto por la ciudad se vuelve ingratamente meditabundo. Las direcciones de los muertos se amontonan.

una persona es, entre todo lo demás, una cosa material, que se rompe fácilmente pero que no es fácil recomponer.