Quotes About Mortality

One of them came to Faldor's farm once and told Durnik that he was going to die twice.

Te occidere possunt sed te edere non possunt nefas est. (Roughly, They can kill you, but the legalities of eating you are quite a bit dicier.)

I'm just afraid of having a tombstone that says HERE LIES A PROMISING OLD MAN.

When a solipsist dies ... everything goes with him.

Capital T-truth is about life before death.

I'm so scared of dying without ever being really seen. Can you understand?

Worship your body, beauty, and sexual allure and you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you.

The reality is that dying isn't bad, but it takes forever. And that forever is no time at all. I know that sounds like a contradiction, or maybe just wordplay. What it really is, it turns out, is a matter of perspective. —David Foster Wallace "Good Old Neon" (2004)

Te occidere possunt sed te edere possunt nefas est.

That everything is on fire, slow fire, and we're all less than a million breaths away from an oblivion more total than we can even bring ourselves to even try to imagine.

Te Occidere Possunt Sed Te Edere Non Possunt Nefas Est (Roughly, 'They can kill you, but the legalities of eating you are quite a bit dicier').

You don't have to think very hard to realize that our dread of both relationships and loneliness … has to do with angst about death, the recognition that I'm going to die, and die very much alone, and the rest of the world is going to go merrily on without me.

None of this stuff is really about morality or religion or dogma or big fancy questions of life after death. The capital-T Truth is about life before death.

Te occidere possunt sed te edere non pussunt nefas est

The reality is that dying isn't bad, but it takes forever.

The capital-T Truth is about life before death. It is about making it to 30, or maybe 50, without wanting to shoot yourself in the head.

OCCIDERE POSSUNT SED TE EDERE NON POSSUNT NEFAS EST

I'm just afraid of having a tombstone that says HERE LIES A PROMISING OLD MAN.

The executive intern never brushed her hair after a shower. She just gave her head two or three shakes and let it fall gloriously where it might and turned, slightly, to give Ellen Bactrian the full effect: 'Who?' She had ten weeks left to live.

They Can Kill You, But The Legalities Of Eating You Are Quite A Bit Dicier

Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, lie, go mad, have sickness, betray you, die. Your nation outlives you. A cause outlives you.

Perhaps I'm trying to prove my bravery even now, across the gulf of years and mortality that separates us. Or perhaps when I grasp the bones of the dead, I'm somehow trying to grasp him, the one dead man who remains forever elusive.

Which, I wonder, brother reader, is the better lot, to die prosperous and famous, or poor and disappointed? To have, and to be forced to yield; or to sink out of life, having played and lost the game? That must be a strange feeling, when a day of our life comes and we say, 'Tomorrow, success or failure won't matter much: and the sun will rise, and all the myriads of mankind go to their work or their pleasure as usual, but I shall be out of the turmoil.

For, as it has often happened to the traveller in the York or the Exeter coach to fall snugly asleep in his corner, and on awaking suddenly to find himself sixty or seventy miles from the place where Somnus first visited him: as, we say, although you sit still, Time, poor wretch, keeps perpetually running on, and so must run day and night, with never a pause or a halt of five minutes to get a drink, until his dying day;