Quotes About Mortality

Death comes so fast that sometimes it misses us. (La mort arrive si vite Que des fois elle nous rate)

Death is a really cold Weather, Which can't be provided. ("La mort est un temps vraiment froid Qu'aucune météo ne prévoit)

Death is the word that kills all the words.

Death is the word that kills all the words. (La mort est un mot - Qui tue tous les mots)

Death lasts only a moment, but you think about it every moment. (La mort ne dure qu'un instant, Mais on y pense chaque instant)

Money opens many doors.The door of the coffin, among others. (L'argent ouvre bien des portes. - Celle du cercueil entre autres.)

The body is a clothing that suits us for life. (Le corps est un habit - Qui nous va à vie.)

The skeleton is the death: it's in our body... (Le squelette, c'est la mort : - Il est dans notre corps...)

The skeleton, it's the death: It's in our body. (Le squelette, c'est la mort : Il est dans notre corps)

We die with a notice. Notice, this is our life. (Nous mourons avec un préavis. Le préavis, c'est notre vie)

We knit alone our life, before seeing by it our shroud. (Nous tricotons notre vie seule, Avant d'y voir notre linceul)

He'd make a lovely corpse.

I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.

If they would rather die, . . . they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.

He would make a lovely corpse.

You are too young to know how the world changes everyday,' said Mrs Creakle, 'and how the people in it pass away. But we all have to learn it, David; some of us when we are young, some of us when we are old, some of us at all times in our lives.

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

We need be careful how we deal with those about us, when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted, and so little done- of so many things forgotten, and so many more which might have been repaired! There is no remorse so deep as that which is unavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us remember this, in time.

Man is but mortal; and there is a point beyond which human courage cannot extend.

Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!

My dear young lady, crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.

Ode to an Expiring Frog Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing! Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log, Expiring frog! Say, have fiends in shape of boys, With wild halloo and brutal noise, Hunted thee from marshy joys, With a dog, Expiring frog?

A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pitty in all the glittering multitude.

the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.