Quotes About Mortality

Quem imagina que vive porque enche e esvazia o ventre, porque fala e corre, porque gera filhos e escava fossos ilude-se e está morto - um daqueles mortos aos quais é permitido sepultar os seus mortos. Vivemos sem medo, no meio de uma multidão de cadáveres que andam, sorriem e serão sepultados sem terem jamais vivido.

We have made thee neither of heaven nor of earth, Neither mortal or immortal, So that with freedom of choice and with honor, As thought the maker and molder of thyself, Thou mayest fashion thyself in whatever shape thou shalt prefer. Thou shalt have the power out of thy soul's judgment, to be reborn into the higher forms, which are divine.

Se l'umorismo serve a rendere meno triste la vita, perché non dovrebbe servire a rendere meno triste la morte?

He put his ear to his own chest and listened to the heart. How could the pulse go on, beat after beat, for all of life? No machine could run that long without a stumble. Ask not if the beating cranks are going to jam, but when.

I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground.

All motivation derives from the primary fact of mortality. Take mortality away and motivation loses its...motivation. Thus vampires spend a lot of time lounging around and staring out of the window and finding they can't be arsed.

All motivation derives from the primary fact of mortality. Take mortality away and motivation loses its...motivation.

Open, the eyes of the dead are a travesty, a parody, make a fool of the deceased. Open, the eyes of the dead perform that most indecent subtraction, show the person without his life.

Time is relative, Einstein tells us. It's an artificial construct that we have created to remind us that we are finite, mortal. The universe doesn't wear a wristwatch. And thankfully, I decided to stop wearing one the day I found out I had terminal cancer." --My Own Personal Singularity

Then it's decided. In the end, we are just as mortal as man. But while God will save a few, we will corrupt and destroy the rest of them. That is the best way to hurt Him. While many worship what you represent, most will come to believe that the existence of God is a myth." The woman spoke up. "But if they think He is a myth, won't they think that you don't exist either?" The Chairman smiled broadly this time. "Exactly.

However, because death is the only absolute equality among human beings on earth, even the ignoblest and the most welcome instance of it deserves a little ceremonious thought.

Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.

Death is the price you paid for being born.

We cannot too soon convince ourselves how easily we may be dispensed with in the world. What important personages we imagine ourselves to be! We think that we alone are the life of the circle in which we move; in our absence, we fancy that life, existence, breath will come to a general pause, and, alas, the gap which we leave is scarcely perceptible, so quickly is it filled again; nay, it is often the place, if not of something better, at least for something more agreeable.

This life, gentlemen, is too short for our souls.

Faydas?z bir hayat, erken bir ölümdür.

I forewarn you, this will be a rather long talk. I am an old man. I do not know how much longer I will live, and so I want to say what I have to say, while I have the strength to say it. ...Having been warned, some of you will wish to get comfortable. Pleasant dreams.

Where did the time go? Yesterday, I was a girl, and today, I suddenly find myself in the autumn of my years with the cold winds of winter breathing down my neck.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away...

I am now old enough to no longer have a fear of dying young.

Age is a prison we cannot escape but only by death into another world

The grave is the gateway through which we are all borne home: the body by man, the soul by angels.

Alas, Art is long, and Life short!

Death... is the natural end and the supernatural beginning.