Quotes About Mortality

He said that far from making men reflective or wise it was his experience that death often leads them to attribute great consequence to trivial things.

Death is not a lover.

He is dancing, dancing. He says he'll never die.

Di tutto ciò che è uscito dalle sordide gole degli anziani, dai vecchi libri ammuffiti, non ho salvato una parola. Ho sognato che camminavo con mio nonno sulla riva di un lago scuro e i discorsi del vecchio erano pieni di incertezza. Ho visto come tutto ciò che è finto si stacca dai morti.

I think the dead have no nationality.

The world will take your life. But above all and lastly the world does not know that you are here. You think that you understand this. But you don't. Not in your heart you don't. If you did you would be terrified. And you're not. Not yet. And now, good night.

Nadie puede sobornar a la muerte, Billy Said. De veras. Nadie. Nor God. Nor God. Billy watched the light bring up the shapes of the water standing in the fields beyond the roadway. Where do we go when we die? he said. I don't know, the man said. Where are we now?

and he knew that he would not be buried in this valley but in some distant place among strangers

Death is what the living carry with them.

But one's convictions as to the nature of reality must also represent one's limitations as to the perception of it. And then I just stopped worrying about it. I accepted the fact that I would die without really knowing where it was that I had been and that was okay. Well. Almost.

Black: I see a different truth. Settin right across the table from me. White: Which is? Black: That you must love your brother or die.

But what is your life? Can you see it? It vanishes at its own appearance. Moment by moment. Until it vanishes to appear no more. When you look at the world is there a point in time when the seen becomes the remembered? How are they separate? It is that which we have no way o show. It is that which is missing from our map and from the picture that it makes. And yet is all we have.

The drunk's concern ain't that he's goin to die from drinkin - which he is. It's that he's goin to run out of whiskey fore he gets a chance to do it.

Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

while men may meet with death in strange and obscure places which they might well have avoided it was more correct to say that no matter how hidden or crooked the path to their destruction yet they would seek it out.

Most people don't ever see anyone die. It used to be if you grew up in a family you saw everybody die. They died in their bed at home with everyone gathered around. Death is the major issue in the world. For you, for me, for all of us. It just is. To not be able to talk about it is very odd.

He had been shot through the head with a .32 caliber pistol and he was twenty-one years old forever.

The world will take your life. But above all and lastly the world does not know that you are here. You think that you understand this. But you dont. Not in your heart you dont. If you did you would be terrified. And you're not. Not yet. And now, good night.

When her aunt Helen came to visit she asked the girl what she wanted to be when she grew up and she said dead.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

Killing is easy, said Mo, Dying is harder...

Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?

What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal?

The rain pummeled the old Dragon bones as though to provide the rhythm to the song of their mortality, but death was not what they had on their minds—or wasn't love sometimes called the small death?