Quotes About Mortality

How long does a man live, after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? A week, or several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say 'for ever'? Lost in these preoccupation I set myself to clear things up. .... In my own country the undertakers answered me, between drinks: 'Get yourself a good woman and give up this nonsense.' And How Long - Pablo Neruda

How the clock moves on, relentlessly, with such assurance that it eats the years. The days are small and transitory grapes, The months grow faded, taken out of time. It fades, it falls away, the moment, fired by that implacable artillery and suddenly, only a year is left to us, a month, a day, and death turns up in the diary.

When the bones are all gone who lives in the final dust? Cuando ya se fueron los huesos quien vive en el polvo final?

Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to die in the apple?

How much does a man live, after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

Tai kiek gyvena zmogus? Tukstanti metu ar vienus? Gyvena savaite ar keleta amziu? Kiek laiko mirsta zmogus? Ka reiskia amzinybe?

Por qué me sigue el esqueleto? Y quién salió a vivir por mí cuando dormía o enfermaba?

What we know comes to so little, what we presume is so much, what we learn, so laborious, we can only ask questions and die.

Why does the professor teach the geography of death? For que ensena el profesor la geografia de la muerte?

And with which numbers does the ant subtract its dead soldiers? Y con que cifras va restando la hormiga sus soldados muertos?

How much does a man live after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say for ever?

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

A morte não é a maior perda da vida. A maior perda da vida é o que morre dentro de nós enquanto vivemos...

Friday, July 7, 1865 It is time then to write the last words that I shall ever write and close the book. I was born to die, as are we all. The end is there, held within the beginning.

It was best to put an end to everything now, while she was still brave and healthy enough to die

Always remember that you belong to no one, and no one belongs to you. Reflect that some day you will suddenly have to leave everything in this world-so make the acquaintanceship of God

At night human beings have a glimpse of their real Self, the soul; each morning upon awakening the majority again take up their mistaken identity as a mortal man or woman.

? You are, and ever will be, a perfect reflection of Spirit. You were Spirit; now you imagine yourself to be mortal; but by meditation on your true Self, and by performing God-reminding actions constantly, you can remember your forgotten Spirit-nature and remain in that consciousness through all futurity. Since you are immortal, do not burden yourself with earthly limitations.

When one can perceive that he is not the mortal body but a spark of the Infinite Spirit cloaked in a concentration of life energy, then he will be able to see the kingdom of God.

It's humbling to be reminded that no matter how big your life is, you are still a speck of dust that can be swept off this earth in half a second.

No habiendo podido los hombres remediar la muerte la miseria y la ignorancia, han imaginado, para ser felices, no pensar en absoluto en ellas.

Achilles' story never ends: wherever men fight and die, you'll find Achilles.

Colin was beginning to be afraid(...)of the future, of the possibility, suddenly glimpsed, that his life might end like this. Like most young people, he'd always assumed, without ever really thinking about it, that regret, waste, failure lay in wait for others, but not for him. Now(...)he realized, for the first time, that he was not exempt, that this, unless he took steps to avoid it, could happen to him.

First-person narrators can't die, so as long as we keep telling the story of our own lives we're safe. Ha bloody fucking Ha.