Quotes About Mortality

I'm 86 and my doctor used to tell me to slow down - at least he did until he dropped dead.

Prova a dire ai mortali queste cose che sai.

What can I say, Thanatos? I can't be moved to pity by a god's whim. And you know as well as I do that when a god approaches a mortal, something cruel always happens

Ci si sente umiliati perché si capisce, si tocca con gli occhi, che al posto del morto potremmo essere noi: non ci sarebbe differenza, e se viviamo lo dobbiamo al cadavere imbrattato. Per questo ogni guerra è una guerra civile: ogni caduto somiglia a chi resta, e gliene chiede ragione.

Es aterrador amar lo que la muerte tiene a su alcance.

sekali berarti sesudah itu mati

Kenang, kenanglah kami yang tinggal tulang-tulang diliputi debu. Beribu kami terbaring antara Karawang-Bekasi.

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul when death is immanent what can you do?

Whether by a Mack truck or by heart failure or faulty lungs, death happens. But life isn't really just about avoiding death, is it? It's about living.

He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; he hoped that they would excuse it.

In every day and in every way, we're all that much closer to death.

A wise man once told me, Life's greatest fear is having knowledge of something, and dying before having the opportunity to share it." -Charles Blair

I don't know what to make of myself. A lot of the time, despite my deepest hungers and best efforts, I see blackness. But I am planting a young oak tree. I really am. It'll be here centuries after I'm gone. Assuming I choose to leave.

Russell had lost the thumb and index finger on his left hand when he was young. He moved the thumb he still had around like he was grinding something into the white tablecloth and said, "Dust to dust." I

I said to myself, we must die. Sooner or later, we must disappear for ever from the face of the earth. Whatever be the links that hold us to life, they must be broken. This scene of existence is, in all its parts, calamitous. The greater number is oppressed with immediate evils, and those, the tide of whose fortunes is full, how small is their portion of enjoyment, since they know that it will terminate.

Something whispered that the happiness we at present enjoyed was set on mutable foundations. Death must happen to all.

When I lay down the pen the taper of life will expire: my existence will terminate my tale.

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Of present fame think little, and of future less the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

That's all any of us are: amateurs. We don't live long enough to be anything else.

You'll live. Only the best get killed.

The graveyards are full of indispensable men.

Behind anger, is hidden the cemetery. (Derrière la colère, - Se cache le cimetière.)