Quotes About Mortality

Czas robi z cia?em to samo co g?upota z dusz? - powiedzia?, wskazuj?c na siebie. - Rozk?ada je.

The territory of humans is life. Death does not belong to us.

Dopóki nie zrozumiesz Å›mierci, nie zrozumiesz ?ycia.

We're creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans.

La muerte tiene estas cosas: a todo el mundo le despierta la sensiblería. Frente a un ataúd, todos vemos sólo lo bueno o lo que queremos ver.

Dice el proverbio que un hombre debe caminar mientras todavía tiene piernas, hablar mientras todavía tiene voz y soñar mientras todavía conserva la inocencia, porque tarde o temprano ya no podrá mantenerse en pie, ya no tendrá aliento y no anhelará más sueño que la noche eterna del olvido. Con

Time does to the body what stupidity does to the soul,' he said, pointing at himself. 'It rots it.

Forgive me,' he whispered. I held my father's gaze. Sometimes he seemed to grow a little older just by looking at me and remembering. I stood up and hugged him quietly. He held me tight and when he burst into tears the anger and the pain he'd buried in his soul all those years gushed out like blood. I knew then, without being able to explain clearly why, that slowly, inexorably, my father had begun to die.

Das Sprichwort sagt, ein Mann solle gehen, solange er noch Beine habe, sprechen, solange er noch eine Stimme habe, und träumen, solange er noch seine Unschuld bewahre, den über kurz oder lang werde er sich nicht mehr auf den Beinen halten können, keinen Atem mehr haben, und keinen Traum mehr ersehnen als die ewige Nacht des Vergessens

el tiempo hace con el cuerpo lo que la estupidez con el alma: lo pudre.

Vanitas peccata mundi.

Las estadísticas lo demuestran: más gente muere en la cama que en la trinchera.

Tengo cosas que hacer. Después tendré toda la vida para morirme.

People die, especially those who would do better to stay alive. Perhaps it's because God needs to make room for the huge amount of jerks with which he enjoys peppering the world.

Pasada la primera juventud, empieza el segundo periodo, en el que uno se da cuenta de la fragilidad de la propia vida y lo que en un principio es una simple inquietud va creciendo en el interior como un mar de dudas e incertidumbres que te acompañan durante el resto de tus días.

Death cancels everything but truth… ? William Hazlitt, The Spirit of the Age

It took ten years In the woods to tell that a mushroom Stoppers the mouth of a buried corpse, that birds Are the uttered thought of trees, that a greying wolf Howls the same old song at the moon, year in, year out Season after season, same rhyme, same reason.

It's like concentrating on your own breath: once you start thinking about the air rushing in and out of your body, your breath has a way of getting stuck in your throat so that you understand how easy it would be to fall down and die.

Consider the famous syllogism "All men are mortal; Socrates is a man; therefore Socrates is mortal." So far, so good. But just because all men are mortal, it does not follow that all mortals are men, and it certainly does not follow that all men are Socrates.

Priam and Achilles meet in the very twilight of their lives. Their extinction is certain and there will be no reward for behaving well, and yet, in the face of implacable fate and an indifferent universe, they mutually assert the highest ideals of their humanity.

WE ARE ALL AFRAID of being alone. To teenagers, the idea of being alone is almost as bad as the idea of dying, which at least has a certain romantic appeal.

Don't be afraid of dying. Be afraid that you don't make the most of every single day you are alive. I read about an old lady who said she wanted to slide into heaven with nothing left.

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas.

Stupid, fragile mortals.