Quotes About Mortality

We became unnatural the moment we conquered death

If not me, who? Will the scythe who replaces me be as compassionate and fair? I can accept a world without me in it . . . but I can't bear the thought of other scythes gleaning in my absence.

I can't believe you're being taught by the Scythe Curie. The Grandma of Death!

The kids who knew them would talk about how terrible it was, and gripe about it for a day or two, and then it became old news. Unwinds didn't go out with a bang —they didn't even go out with a whimper. They went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.

Volume of curious facts and fictions of people who lived each day of their lives with the ravages of age and relentless approach of death. The brittle pages were filled with melodramatic and passionate short-sightedness that seemed laughable now. People who believed that their slightest actions mattered and that they could find a sense of completion before death inevitably took them, along with everyone they ever knew and loved.

a simple truth remains: People have to die.

And if there is some eternal world after this one, what fate awaits a taker of lives?

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort. 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.

Never lose your humanity," Scythe Faraday had told him, "or you'll be nothing more than a killing machine." He had used the word "killing" rather than "gleaning." Rowan hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now he understood; it stopped being gleaning the moment one became desensitized to the act.

Then he left without paying the bill, because no bill was, or would ever be, brought to a scythe.

What must life have been like in the Age of Mortality? Full of passions, both good and bad. Fear giving rise to faith. Despair giving meaning to elation.

I feel bad for you," Citra said. "Even when you're food shopping, death is hiding right behind the milk.

Nous sommes devenus contre nature à partir du moment où nous avons conquis la mort

I feel bad for you, said Citra. Even when you're food shopping, death is hiding right behind death. It never hides, the scythe told them with a world-weariness that was hard to describe. Nor does it sleep. You'll learn that soon enough.

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

Pero, cuanto más leía, más comprendía los miedos y los sueños de los mortales. Lo mucho que les costaba vivir en el momento, a pesar de que el momento era lo único que tenían.

We are not the same beings we once were. Consider our inability to grasp literature and most entertainment from the mortal age. To us, the things that stirred mortal human emotions are incomprehensible. 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.

You shall study history, the great philosophers, the sciences. You will come to understand the nature of life and what it means to be human before you are permanently charged with the taking of life. You will also study all forms of killcraft and become experts.

Acel ce-ÅŸi strânge lacom iubita-n braÅ£e pare Un muribund ce-n tain? mormântul ÅŸi-l dezmiard?.

I ask every thinking man to show me what remains of life.

Our mortal eyes, however bright, are only darkened melancholy mirrors.

Oh Muerte, capitana, ya es tiempo, el ancla alcemos! Nos hastía esta tierra, ¡oh Muerte!, ¡hay que zarpar! Si son de tinta negros cielo y mar cual los vemos, nuestros pechos, que ahondaste, sólo saben brillar. ¡Vierte en nosotros el veneno que conforta! Mientras arda este fuego que en el cerebro llevo, sondeemos el abismo, Cielo, Infierno: ¿qué importa? ¡Al fondo de lo Ignoto para encontrar lo nuevo!

Minutes, blithesome mortal, are bits of ore That you must not release without extracting the gold!  Remember, Time is a greedy player Who wins without cheating, every round! It's the law. The daylight wanes; the night deepens; remember! The abyss thirsts always; the water-clock runs low.  Soon will sound the hour when divine Chance, When august Virtue, your still virgin wife, When even Repentance (the very last of inns!), When all will say: Die, old coward! it is too late!

Rather than implore a tear of the world, Alive, I'd invite the crows To bleed my tainted carcass.