Quotes About Mortality

suicide fails as you get older: there's less and less to kill.

you must some day die for nothing as I have lived.

There was something about funerals. It made you see things better. A funeral a day and I'd be rich.

What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Ne të gjithë jemi duke shkuar për të vdekur, të gjithë ne, çfarë cirku! Kjo vetë duhet të na bëjë ta duam njëri-tjetrin, por kjo nuk e bën. Ne jemi të terrorizuar dhe të rrafshuar nga trivialiteti, ne jemi duke u ngrënë nga asgjëja.

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

The first thing I remember my grandmother saying was, "I will bury all of you!

and as the worms pant for your bones, I would so like to tell you that this happens to bears and elephants

every man believes that he can tame a nymph but it only leads to the grave — for the man.

We are here to drink beer. We are here to end war. We are here to laugh at the odds, and live life so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Jag föddes för att kränga rosor på de dödas avenyer

To do things, simple things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother's Day … was a man born just to endure those things and then die?

I think I'm going to die," the old man said. "I don't want to die. I'm afraid to die …" "You've lived long enough, you old fart!" muttered my father.

there's all that time to eat drink and wait on death like everybody else.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you…

Since if past performance charts mean anything I'll surely go first the last way.

You only live once, right? Well, except for Lazarus. Poor sucker, he had to die twice.

Think of being 80 and fucking a 18 yeard old girl. If there was any way to cheat the game of death, that was it.

I'd rather hear about a live American bum than a dead Greek God.

as you are stuck in your poor body and in your poor life and it's all slowly dissolving, dissolving into nothing. like all the other bodies, like all the other lives, we all are being counted out, taken down by disease by just being rubbed up against the hard days, the harder years. there's no escaping this, we just have to take it, accept it— or like most— not think about it. at all.

I am satisfied with my aggressive nature as I tickle death under the armpits.

Todos vamos a morir, todos nosotros, ¡menudo circo! Debería bastar con eso para que nos amáramos unos a otros, pero no es así.

Listen, is it true that Celine and Hemingway died on the same day?

to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.