Quotes About Mortality

There is lucidity inspired by the nearness of the grave:to be close to death is to see clearly

It is nothing to die; it is horrible not to live.

Yok ettikleri insan?n bir zekas?, hayata güvenen bir akl?, ölüme haz?r olmayan bir ruhu olduÄŸunu hiç düÅŸünmemiÅŸler midir?

The child entered the hut. The old man followed him with his eyes, and added, as though speaking to himself: - I shall die while he sleeps. The two slumbers may be good neighbors.

Death does not concern me. He who takes his first step uses perhaps his last shoes. (Halmalo)

You were right to come to see a dying man. It is right that these moments should have witnesses. Everyone has his dream; I would like to live till dawn, but I know I have less than three hours left. It will be night, but no matter. Dying is simple. It does not take daylight. So be it: I will die by starlight

It is nothing to die. It is dreadful not to live.

Puesto que no hay remedio, tengamos valor con la muerte. Abracemos esta horrible idea con pecho firme; considerémosla cara a cara. Pidámosle cuenta de lo que es; sepamos qué quiere de nosotros; volvámosla en todos sentidos; descifremos el enigma y miremos de antemano en el sepulcro.

Viaggiare è nascere e morire in ogni momento. Forse, nella più vaga regione della sua mente, faceva accostamenti tra quei mutevoli orizzonti e l'esistenza umana. Tutte le cose della vita sono continuamente in fuga davanti a noi. Gli ottenebramenti e le luci si frammischiano: dopo un abbagliamento, un'eclisse; si guarda, ci si affretta, si tendono le mani per afferrare ciò che passa; ogni evento è una svolta della strada; e d'un tratto si è vecchi.

Ništa je umreti - strašno je ne živeti.

Take care of the way in which you turn to the dead. Do not think of that which perishes. Look fixedly, and you will perceive the living light of your beloved dead in heaven.

It had been written with one foot in the grave and a finger in heaven. These lines, falling one by one onto the paper, were what could be called soul drops. Who could these pages come from? Who could have written them? Cosette did not hesitate for a second. There was only one man it could have come from. Him!

What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant;

When those who found this skeleton attempted to disengage it from that which it held in its grasp, it crumbled to dust.

Death belongs only to God. What right have men to lay hands on a thing so unknown?

Il paraît que les paroles des hommes forts doivent toujours recevoir de l'approche de la mort une certaine grandeur.

Alas! What does death do with our soul? What nature does it give it? What does it take, and what does it leave with it? Where does it put it? Will it sometimes lend it eyes of flesh with which to look down upon the earth and weep?

Venti e nubi, turbini e folate, inutili stelle! Che fare? Disperato s'abbandona, poiché chi è stanco decide di morire e lascia fare, si lascia andare, cede, ed eccolo rotolato per sempre nelle mortali profondità dell'abisso vorace. Oh, implacabile cammino delle società umane! Perdita di uomini e d'anime per strada! Oceano in cui cade tutto ciò che la legge lascia cadere! Sinistra scomparsa del soccorso, morte morale!

O viaggio implacabile della società umana! O perdite di uomini e di anime lungo il cammino! Oceano nel quale cade tutto ciò che la legge lascia cadere! Funesto allontanarsi di ogni soccorso! O morte mortale! Il mare è l'inesorabile notte sociale dove la pena getta i suoi dannati. Il mare è l'immensa miseria. L'anima, alla deriva tra quei gorghi, può divenire cadavere. Chi la resusciterà?

You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh ! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this way that mortals become angels. It is not their fault ; they do not know how to set about it otherwise. This hell from which you have come out is the first step towards Heaven. We must begin by that.

To die is nothing, but it is terrible not to live

I am thirsty. Mortals, I am dreaming: that the turn of Heidelberg has an attack of apoplecy, and that I am one of the dozen leeches which will be applied to it. I want a drink.

All four of them seemed to be standing at the four corners of old age, which are decrepitude, decay, ruin, and sadness.

Frères, qui meurt ici meurt dans le rayonnement de l'avenir, et nous entrons dans une tombe toute pénétrée d'aurore.