Quotes About Mortality

He looked tired, exhausted even, but it was as if this were the specific thing that had exhausted him, not ordinary everyday matters but one single all-consuming care; it was obviously a fatigue born out of decades of vigilance, exhaustion owing to the knowledge that any moment he might be killed by that immeasurable weight of fat.

I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me, because I've looked into what's coming, and I don't need anything from here.

The world is filled with humans, and as soon as one dies, another appears. What does it matter if I relieve one wretched soul of its misery?

Whatever is certain in death is slightly alleviated by what is not so infallible; the time when it shall happen is undefined, but it is more or less connected with the infinite, and what we call eternity.

The fear of old age disturbs us, yet we are not certain of becoming old.

A long disease seems to be a halting place between life and death, that death itself may be a comfort to those who die and to those who are left behind.

Death happens but once, yet we feel it every moment of our lives; it is worse to dread it than to suffer it.

Death and the sun can't be looked at steadily.

Few people know death, we only endure it, usually from determination, and even from stupidity and custom; and most men only die because they know not how to prevent dying.

insan öldü?ünde uzunca bir süre için ölür-

Une minute vient de s'écouler. Cela fait environ cent morts et cent nouveau-nés de plus. Une centaine de vagissements et une centaine de derniers soupirs. Le calcul est fait depuis longtemps. Le compte est exact. C'est la balance du grouillement de l'humanité. Dans une heure, il y aura six mille cadavres sous votre lit et six mille petits enfants, tout autour de vous, pleureront par lierre ou dans des berceaux.

She had danced with death so often that she knew the moves better than she knew her own heartbeat.

nic jiného není lidský život než bytí k smrti

Dead souls dream only of death. Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is

My people understood that time is an ocean, not a river," she said to them all. "It doesn't flow away and pour itself out, done and gone. It simply is—eternal and entire. Mortals might move through it in one direction, but that's no reflection of its true nature—only of our limitations. Past and future are our own constructs.

I've seen more stars than anyone alive. I've killed more stars than anyone will ever see.

You can't atone for taking one life by saving another. What good does that do the dead?" "The dead," she said. "And we have plenty of dead between us, but the way we act, you'd think they were corpses hanging on to our ankles, rather than souls freed to the elements.

Live bitter, so the crows will have no taste for you when you're dead.

Humans had a genius for devising instruments of death. Their lives were so short and they seemed to value them so little, sending waves of men to clash in battlefields, then weighing victory by the piled corpses. And if they held their own lives so worthless, the lives of everything else were as fruit to pluck from trees.

Death is permanent," said Less Ellen, "while flesh very much is not.

She was young and lovely and surprised and dead.

Things can kill you. All kinds of things, like toys, or older brothers. And as she'd grown up, that list had just gotten longer and longer.

tiden är ett hav, inte en flod [...]. Den flyter inte iväg och rinner ut. Den bara är ? evig och hel. Dödliga kanske rör sig i en riktning, men det säger inget om dess sanna natur, bara om våra begränsningar. Det förflutna och framtiden är något vi själva har konstruerat (s. 559).

La vida es la que se expande para llenar los mundos. Es la vida tu dueña, o la muerte.