Quotes About Mortality

What do you want to say to me?' 'Nothing—just to talk about the profession I am entering. I am about to practice virtue in order to find a man who loves it only to destroy it' [replied Mademoiselle Vesian.] 'That is it exactly; and believe me, everything in this life is much the same. We refer everything to ourselves, and each of us is a tyrant. That is why the best of mortals is he who is tolerant.

To that creature, being born, Its birthday is a day to mourn

So, ignorant of man and of the age that he calls ancient, and of the descendants following their ancestors, nature stays evergreen; indeed she travels such a long road she might as well be standing still. Meanwhile kingdoms fall, languages and peoples die; she doesn't see. Yet man takes it upon himself to praise eternity.

But he's a fool who doesn't see how swift the wings of youth are, and how near the cradle lies to the grave.

E tu, cui già dal cominciar degli anni sempre onorata invoco, bella Morte, pietosa tu sola al mondo dei terreni affanni[…] chiudi alla luce omai questi occhi tristi […] nel mio sangue innocente non ricolmar di lode, non benedir, com'usa per antica viltà l'umana gente

Man is born by labor, [40] and birth itself means risking death.

Tu dubiti se ci sia lecito di morire senza necessità: io ti domando se ci è lecito di essere infelici. ( Dialogo di Plotino e di Porfirio )

Alle sembianze il Padre, alle amene sembianze eterno regno diè alle genti; e per virili imprese, per dotta lira o canto, virtù non luce in disadorno ammanto.

But like all wonders, natural or otherwise, it made your own life seem temporary, and it told you things about the passage of time you didn't want to know.

Stand as far away from me as you can And ask me why Hang on to your rosary beads Close your eyes to watch me die You keep saying kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it God, but did you ever try To turn your sick soul inside out So that the world So that the world Can watch you die

Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree; Be the green grass above me With showers and dew drops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale

Things of a day! what are we and what not? A dream of a shaddow is man; yet when some god-given splendor falls, a glory of light comes over him and his life is sweet

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning and life at that price is not worth living.

Tu t'efforces d'alimenter la passion charnelle et ruses pour grappiller quelque argent, alors que tu oublies l'obscurité qui t'entourera dans ton tombeau et ne songes pas à ce qui t'adviendra ensuite.

Every year has an expiration date, as does every lifetime. Even the finest wine can't age forever.

How do we measure a life's worth? In laughter? In orgasms? In money? In how often we have been photographed? In children borne or raised? In the number of continents on which we have made love? In number of books published? In latest versions of iPads and iPhones? In jazz albums filling a giant trunk in the basement? In years? We are all specks of dust against the specter of Time. Is ninety years so different from forty in the scheme of things? We are all the walking dead of history.

We are all specks of dust against the specter of Time. Is ninety years so different from forty in the scheme of things? We are all the walking dead of history.

Death is the only true ending. Everything else falls, to varying degrees, along a continuum of choice.

How lethal was it? It was twenty-five times more deadly than ordinary influenzas. This flu killed 2.5 percent of its victims. Normally, just one-tenth of 1 percent of people who get the flu die. And since a fifth of the world's population got the flu that year, including 28 percent of Americans, the number of deaths was stunning.

He estimates the number of deaths worldwide as 100 million, a larger number than the conventional estimate of 20 to 40 million. But, he said, 20 million people died in India alone, making it impossible for the 20 to 40 million figure to be correct.

Death was not eternal; Death was the only true mortal God ever created. It is no wonder we stare in horror at it ...

Vi la muerte y no me gustó. ¿Qué sentiré si me muero? - No sentirás nada. Ese es el problema precisamente. Nunca sentirás nada. La muerte es de una simplicidad terrible -sonrió la serpiente.

Dok je išla dalje, shvatila je da je njezin problem isti kao problem svih osoba što se giblju tom ulicom i tim gradom i tim svijetom, s predmnijevanjem da žive i sa sigurnoš?u da umiru. Na žalost ne postoji nijedan alternativni svijet i nitko od njih, koliko god se zavaravao da ga produžuje što je mogu?e više, zapravo nema dovoljno vremena.

He who doesn't fear death dies only once.