Quotes About Mortality

One always dies too soon - or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are - your life, and nothing else.

Tiho sam išao ka svom kraju... siguran da ?e poslednji otkucaj mog srca biti utisnut na poslednjoj stranici mog rada i da ?e smrt uzeti samo ve? mrtvog ?oveka.

De improviso se me aparece la verdad: este hombre morirá pronto. Seguramente lo sabe; basta con que se haya mirado en un espejo; cada día se parece un poco más al cadáver que será.

I have been too unhappy, I thought, it cannot last, being so unhappy, it would kill you

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

I'd planned to die at thirty, and then I'd push it on ten years, forty, and then fifty, You always push it on. And then you go on and on and on. It's difficult. Too much trouble. I've thought about death a great deal. One day in the snow I felt so tired. I thought, 'Damn it, I'll sit down. I can't go on. I'm tired of living here in the snow and ice.' So I sat down on the ground. But it was so cold I got up. Oh yes, I used to try to imagine death, but I always come up against a wall.

The devil prince of this world, but this world don't last so long for mortal man.

La mort m'eut semblé un moindre suicide

Killing was easy. Dying was something else.

Odd to think that the piece of you I know best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin are thin and flat without the blood vessels or nerve endings. Dead cells, thickest on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what's dead. It won't complain.

Life was a pre-death experience.

I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised by sudden gains and happiness, which persuade us of good fortune, when all the while the glass is emptying.

Love me Sophia, in my foolishness, love my words and not my mortal remains. be tidal to me in the constancy of change. Break over me where I feel most safe, be a shore to me, when I fear I am a wave in the water, endlessly slipping away. Lift me up like a shell from the beach, now empty, now full. Lift me up and there are still songs.

I thought about the dog and was suddenly very sad; sad for her death, for my death, for all the inevitable dying that comes with change. There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss.

One of us hadn't finished, why did the other one go? And why without warning? Even death after long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The troops broke through the window and snatched the body and the body is gone. The day before the Wednesday last, this time a year ago, you were here and now you're not. Why not? Death reduces us to the baffled logic of a small child. If yesterday why not today? And where are you?

when the universe exploded like a bomb, it started ticking like a bomb too. we know our sun will die, in another hundred million years or so, then the lights will go out and there will be no light to read by anymore.

Until we learn to stop dying Tom, we have to live with the consequences. There's no room for the dead unless you treat them as ornamental.

Your life flashes before you, flash, flash, because there's so little of it. I mean, what have you ever done that was worth doing?

Time is a great deadener. People forget, get bored, grow old, go away.

Alas, it is when we are beginning to leave this mortal body that it most offends us!

Alas, it is when one is beginning to leave behind one's mortal body that one is the most hindered by it!

O t?cere des?vârÅŸit? te îndeamn? la tristeÈ›e, e ca o icoan? a morÈ›ii.

Les hommes ne sont naturellement ni rois, ni grands, ni courtisans, ni riches ; tous sont nés nus et pauvres, tous sujets aux misères de la vie, aux chagrins, aux maux, aux besoins, aux douleurs de toute espèce ; enfin, tous sont condamnés à la mort. Voilà ce qui est vraiment de l'homme ; voilà de quoi nul mortel n'est exempt. Commencez donc par étudier de la nature humaine ce qui en est le plus inséparable, ce qui constitue le mieux l'humanité.