Quotes About Mortality

No se le ha ocurrido que los hombres viven en cementerios? ¿Que las grandes ciudades son grandes cementerios? ¿Las pequeñas ciudades cementerios más pequeños? ¿Los pueblos cementerios más pequeños todavía? ¿Que una cama es un ataúd? ¿Que los vestidos son mortajas? ¿Todo ensayos para la muerte? La existencia entera un eterno ensayar para la capilla ardiente y el entierro.

Man is a wretched creature and death is a certainty - Thomas Bernhard

La muerte me muerde sencillamente en el alma y me deja tendido.

Los seres humanos que mueren sin haber conocido su enfermedad, sus enfermedades mortales...

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When we cross the threshold of our fiftieth year we see ourselves as base and spineless, I thought, the question is how long we can stand this condition.

How we moved from our different points of departure, our positions, toward one single point, the single acceptable point, death.

because in the end nothing matters all that much , as he also wrote on another slip, and on his last slip he'd written, it's all the same .

A great lady(Queen Elizabeth )of England , on her dying bed cried out ,call time again , call time again; a world of wealth for an inch of time !but time past was never nor could never be recalled.

The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity' something quite different, relating to the planet's life-span, not individual life-span.

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all disease.

Y con ánimo sombrío pensó en que aún estaba muy lejos de llegar a algo con una chica si sólo pretendía idolatrarla y después morir noblemente por ella.

I hope never to be mortally stabbed, but if I am, I'd sure like to have the self-possession, when asked if it's bad, to answer, 'No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve,' as Mercutio does in Romeo and Juliet.

Each one of us will die, naked and alone, on some battlefield not of our own choosing.

I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood, a solemn wind began to blow, the most mournful that ever ear heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a hundred centuries.

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die…

She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year. Her own birthday, and every other day individualized by incidents in which she had taken some share. She suddenly thought, one afternoon, that there was another date, of greater importance than all those; that of her own death; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it?

I was born bad, and I have lived bad, and I shall die bad in all probability.

I think astronomy is a bad study for you. It makes you feel human insignificance too plainly.

Why should we faint, and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has will'd, we die?

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don't you think so?

there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would had disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there

I am now about to enter on my normal condition. For people are almost always in their graves. When we survey the long race of men, it is strange and still more strange to find that they are mainly dead men, who have scarcely ever been otherwise.

He supposed he was not a sufficiently dignified person for suicide.Peaceful death abhorred him as a subject and would not take him.