Quotes About Mortality

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

The experience of death must ultimately be the experience of life, or else it is only a wraith.

The perishableness of life...imparts value, dignity, interest to life.

Hans Castorp olhava em torno de si... Via coisas inquietantes, perniciosas, e sabia o que via diante de si: era a vida sem tempo, a vida sem cuidados nem esperanças, a vida como abjeção que se move à medida que estagna, a vida morta

So long as we are, death is not; and when death is present, we are not. In other words, between death and us there is no rapport; it is something with which we have nothing to do - and only incidentally the world and nature.

L'amour affronte la Mort ; lui seul, non pas la vertu, est plus fort qu'elle. Lui seul (pas la vertu) inspire de bonnes pensées.

la conciencia del paso del tiempo, que, ante la monotonía ininterrumpida, corre el riesgo de perderse y que está tan estrechamente emparentada y ligada a la conciencia de la vida que, cuando la una se debilita, es inevitable que la otra sufra también un considerable debilitamiento. Se

Don't you like the sight of a coffin? I really do. I find it a handsome piece of furniture, even empty; when someone is lying in it, then, in my eyes, it is positively sublime.

Celui qui a contemplé la Beauté est déjà prédestiné à la mort.

thought Aschenbach. He's probably not long for this world. And he refused to analyze a certain feeling of satisfaction, or reassurance, which accompanied this thought. He

No, when it came to the ultimate and highest questions, there was no help from outside - no mediation, no absolution, no soothing consolation. Every man had to untangle the riddle on his own, had to work diligently at it, at hot speed, all by himself; before it was too late, he must either achieve some clear readiness for death, or die in despair.

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.

It is often remarked that nothing we do now will matter in a million years. But if that is true, then by the same token, nothing that will be the case in a million years matters now. In particular, it does not matter now that in million years nothing we do now will matter.

I should not really object to dying were it not followed by death.

Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says 'try to tickle me.

Man, I want to die, is all,' cried Ploy. 'Don't you know,' said Dahoud, 'that life is the most precious possession you have?' 'Ho, ho,' said Ploy through his tears. 'Why?' 'Because,' said Dahoud, 'without it, you'd be dead.

Death is a debt to nature due, Which I have paid, and so must you.

Fathers are carriers of the virus of Death, and sons are the infected . . . and, so that the infection may be more certain, Death in its ingenuity has contrived to make the father and son beautiful to each other as Life has made male and female.

One by one they are being picked off around him: in his small circle of colleagues the ratio slowly grows top-heavy, more ghosts, more each winter, and fewer living... and with each one, he thinks he feels patterns on his cortex going dark, settling to sleep forever, parts of whoever he's been losing all definition, reverting to dumb chemistry...

Death glided by, shadowless, among the empties on the grass.

Mark, Reader, my cry! Bend thy thoughts on the Sky, And in the midst of prosperity, know thou may'st die. While the great Loom of God works in darkness above, And our trials here below are but threads of His Love.

One reason Humans remain young so long, compar'd to other Creatures, is that the young are useful in many ways, among them in providing daily, by way of the evil Creatures and Slaughter they love, a Denial of Mortality clamorous enough to allow their Elders release, if only for moments at a time, from Its Claims upon the Attention.

Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says try to tickle me. •

Man, I want to die, is all," cried Ploy. "Don't you know," said Dahoud, "that life is the most precious possession you have?" "Ho, ho," said Ploy through his tears. "Why?" "Because," said Dahoud, "without it, you'd be dead." "Oh," said Ploy. He thought about this for a week.