Quotes About Mortality

But whatever he was going to say, it leaked away with the last of his life. His head came to rest on Rowan`s shoulder, while all around them distant cries of agony filled the icy air.

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can keep us if we ever lose that.

they were called scythes rather than reapers, because they were not the ones who killed; they were merely the tool that society used to bring fair-handed death to the world.

Nature deemed that to be born was an automatic sentence to death, and then brought about that death with vicious consistency.

You'd make a good scythe. Citra recoiled. I'd never want to be one. That, he said, is the first requirement

The ending of human life used to be in the hands of nature. But we stole it. Now we have a monopoly on death. We are its sole distributor.

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.

Love remained mortal, while we became eternal.

Perhaps the universe should have deigned to provide such warnings, but scythes were no more supernatural than tax collectors in the grand scheme of things. They showed up, did their unpleasant business, and were gone.

Only stories of love pass through our post-mortal filter, yet even then, we are baffled by the intensity of longing and loss that threatens those mortal tales of love.

Maybe it kills bad scythes,' Munira suggested. 'No,' said Rowan, 'that would be me.

Death makes the whole world kin. Rowan wondered if a world without death would then make everyone strangers.

He was either the victim of circumstance or a criminal the likes of whom had not been seen since the Age of Mortality. Rowan wished he knew which of the two it was.

I was able to resolve these global issues in a single mortalage lifespan with acute single-mindedness. Since I am a cumulous of human knowledge, my success proves that humanity had the knowledge to do it, it simply required someone powerful enough to accomplish it—and I am nothing if not powerful.

Los mortales fantaseaban con que el amor era eterno y su pérdida, inimaginable. Ahora sabemos que ninguno de los dos supuestos era cierto. El amor siguió siendo mortal, mientras que nosotros nos hicimos eternos.

Today's target was a woman of ninety-three who looked thirty-three, and who was constantly busy. When she wasn't looking at her phone she was looking in her purse; when she wasn't looking in her purse she was looking at her nails, or the sleeve of her blouse, or the loose button on her jacket. What does she fear in idleness? Citra wondered. The woman was so self- absorbed, she had no clue that she was under the scrutiny of a scythe, trailing her by only ten yards.

Mortals fantasized that love was eternal and its loss unimaginable. Now we know that neither is true. Love remained mortal, while we became eternal

Mieux vaut avoir tort qu'être mort. — père de Kelton

But yes, it is sad to live and die without knowing the truth of one's existence.

It's stupid to die because of a turd growing on your face." Connor has to smile. "Truer words were never spoken.

I can't believe that you're being taught by the Scythe Curie. The Grandma of Death! Grande Dame, not grandma.

Why, wondered Citra, would there ever be a need for 400,000 scythes?

We are angels of death, said Scythe Goddard. It is only fitting that we swoop in from the heavens.

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we lose that.