Quotes About Mortality

That was the great irony. In life, everyone was a snowflake of separate and beautiful proportion, but when death came in and grabbed hold, you were left with anonymous skin and muscle and bone, all of which cooled and decayed at predictable rates.

You wanted to live." "No," he shot back. "I was afraid of dying.

La muerte es una forma segura de hallar la paz, pensó Rhage. Y todos morían. Incluso los vampiros.

And that was kind of ugly to admit. Like cancer was a noble disease, but if your biochemistry had conspired with a drug to your mortal detriment then you were undeserving of sympathy, support, understanding.

After a lifetime of being one of many to somebody divine, it was a rare gift to be the only one to someone mortal.

Cuando uno está inconsciente, o sedado, o a punto de llamar a las puertas del Ocaso, la perspectiva es diferente. Y la noción del tiempo cambia, como cambian las prioridades, la idea de lo que de verdad importa o no importa.

Tohr meneó con pesar la cabeza y miró fijamente la puerta cerrada. Nunca sabes cuál es la última vez que verás a alguien. No sabes si acabas de tener la última discusión con esa persona, o si le has hecho el amor por última vez, o si la estás mirando a los ojos y dándole las gracias por existir por última vez en la vida. Y cuando mueren, cuando ya lo sabes, es lo único en lo que piensas. Noche y día.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

Pretty girls make graves

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?

I nudged myself closer to the ledge and closed my eyes and thought 'Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,' and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.' The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats.

I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

Why did God make all this all so decayable and dieable and harmable and wants to make me realize and scream?

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

I'm the golden eternity in mortal animate form.

I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

You dont have to know a soul to know what I know --- to expect what I'm expecting --- to feel yourself alive and dying in your chest every minute of the livelong day --- When you're young you wanta cry, when you're old you wanta die. But that's too deep for you now, Ti mon Pousse