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.

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.

It's just what people do when they're getting old, when they're sick of themselves and their life; they think of money and take care of themselves.

On meurt toujours trop tôt ? ou trop tard. Et cependant la vie est là, terminée: le trait est tiré, il faut faire la somme. Tu n'es rien d'autre que ta vie.

The first crime was mine: I committed it when I made man mortal. Once I had done that, what was left for you, poor human murderers, to do? To kill your victims? But they already had the seed of death in them; all you could do was to hasten its fruition by a year or two.

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.

je prenais tout au sérieux, comme si j'avais été immortel.

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

Le vieillard: Maintenant... vous voyez aussi les morts. Pierre: Comment les distingue-t-on des vivants? Le vieillard: C'est bien simple: les vivants, eux, sonts toujours pressés.

One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

You see a woman, you think that one day she'll be old, only you don't see her grow old. But there are moments when you think you see her grow old and feel yourself growing old with her: this is the feeling of adventure.

But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates. That gesture, for instance, the red hand picking up the cards and fumbling: it is all flabby. It would have to be ripped apart and tailored inside.

Always I'm feeling, 'You're never going to work again.' That's going to happen one day, but I hope I'm not alive.

When people asked him why he didn't work with those viruses, he replied, I don't particularly feel like dying.

No matter how great a writer, artist, or entrepreneur, he is a mortal, he is fallible. He is not proof against Resistance. He will drop the ball; he will crash. That's why they call it rewriting.

In case the rest of you missed it, the inspirational speech was: 'If you work hard, you can achieve great things. And then you die'.

I do tend to feel more connected to dead writers, perhaps because they have finished their work.

I've always considered my work one piece and I consider that my work won't be finished until I am dead and buried and I hope that's a long, long time.

We must work to reshape the need for our children to want to live so fast even if it means dying too young.

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.

I'm not worried about dying. I consult with God, my maker. And I don't have a lot of problems to work out. I'm pretty squared anyway.

Please give me fifty more years of work and fun, then an instant death when I'm sleeping.

He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die.

What I try to write about are the darkest things in the soul, the mortal dreads... The closer I get to the burning core of my being, the things which are most painful to me, the better is my work.