Quotes About Mortality

les hommes sont tous condamnés à mort avec des sursis indéfinis.

Me acuerdo de haber leído en cierto libro que todos los hombres están condenados a muerte a plazos indefinidos.

bütün insanlar günü belirsiz bir ölüme mahkûmdurlar

A vida é uma invenção medonha não sei de quem. Uma coisa que não dura nada e não vale nada; a gente se mata para viver.

The stem, when the hand is stretched out to pluck the flower, quivers, and seems at once to shrink back, and present itself. The human body has something of this trepidation at the moment when the mysterious fingers of death are about to gather the soul.

Dying is nothing; what's terrible is not to live.

You have done well to come and look at a man who is on the point of death. It is well that there should be witnesses at that moment.

El problema nuestro no es que nos vamos a morir; es que no sabemos como vivir.

To divinise is human, to humanise is divine.

Nina lowered the camera slowly, feeling naked suddenly, vulnerable. Without that thin layer of a glass lens, she was here instead of there, looking at her father, who was dying.

Take it from me, Father. Life is over quickly, and you only regret what you didn't do.

reminded her how precious time was, how fleeting. How sometimes life snipped the edges off your good intentions and left you with no second chance to say what really mattered.

world could tumble, change radically in two days, with just one less person living in it.

You think you have all the time in the world until you know you don't.

Going through our whole lives, tilling it up, looking for mistakes. It'll kill us.

The world could tumble, change radically in two days, with just one less person living in it

Christ. Time is short, don't you understand that? We bump along, blindly assuming we have forever to do things, say things…but we don't. You can feel perfectly fine, and go to your annual checkup on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, and discover that your time's up. Game over.

I've been in-country a day and here's what I think: I'm going to die over here.

want them to remember me as I am, not as I will be when the cancer has had its way.

The sand in the hourglass is running out, flowing relentlessly toward the end. There's never enough time, not when a person has become a part of you.

N????? ???s ? ?????? ... L??? ????s ?s ???!

Nobody dies a virgin... Life fucks us all.

most chilangos (Mexico City inhabitants) will die slow deaths from diseases related to long-term exposure to their environment. Which is just another way of saying that living in Mexico City long enough will kill you.

La muerte era algo que te llegaba al final, tras haber vivido unas decenas de años y haber ido envejeciendo poco a poco. Un largo camino blanco que se extendía en línea recta hasta desaparecer en la distancia en medio de una luz cegadora. Hay quien llama a esto "la nada", pero nadie la ha visto. La muerte era eso.