Quotes About Mortality

Sex and death - two things that come once in a lifetime.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying.

No es que tenga miedo de morir, es que no quiero estar aquí cuando ocurra.

La vida esta llena de soledad, miseria, sufrimiento, tristeza y, sin embargo, se acaba demasiado deprisa.

death is not in opposition to life but a natural part of it...

If I died right now I couldn't complain—and neither would a lot of other people.

As I got older, not just extinction but the meaninglessness of existence became clearer to me. I ran into the same question that bugged the former prince of Denmark: Why suffer the slings and arrows when I can just wet my nose, insert it into the light socket, and never have to deal with anxiety, heartache, or my mother's boiled chicken ever again?

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve it through not dying.

Not believing in a hereafter, I really can't see any practical difference if people remember me as a film director or a pedophile or at all. All that I ask is my ashes be scattered close to a pharmacy.

Ã…Å¡mier? ma równie? swojÄ… dodatniÄ… stronÄ™ - to jedna z tych paru rzeczy, które dajÄ… siÄ™ zrobi? z równÄ… Å'atwoÅ›ciÄ…, z jakÄ… przychodzi uÅ'o?y? siÄ™ spa?.

Goatley forms an acting group which performs avant-garde plays written in palindromes, but the group slowly peters out as the members start dying off of starvation.

Vesmír je pouhou prchavou pÃ…â"¢edstavou v Boží mysli - pÄ›knÄ› nepÃ…â"¢íjemné pomyÅ¡lení, zvláÅ¡tÄ› když ?lovÄ›k právÄ› složil zálohu na byt. V??ná nicota nevadí, pokud jste na to oble?eni. Kdyby jen Dionýsos z?stal naživu! Kam by se chodil najíst? Nejen, že neexistuje žádný B?h, ale zkuste sehnat o víkendu instalatéra.

Nos pasamos la vida alimentando nuestra soledad para que sea ella quien más tarde nos lleve al otro lado. Amamos de la única manera soportable: como si jamás fuésemos a morirnos.

We're all going to die, but does that mean we have to be buried alive?

What do you do for a living? The first thing everyone always wants to know is what I do when I'm not sleeping, what sorts of exams and theses I have to my name as if they wanted to reserve a place in my curriculum vitae for the date of my death. There ought to be a curriculum vitae whose first line is the date of death.

After the death of all living creatures, all our unfulfilled wishes and unspoken words will go on drifting in the stratosphere, they will combine with one another and linger upon the earth like fog. What will this fog look like in the eyes of the living? Will they fail to remember the dead and instead indulge in banal meteorological conversations like: It's foggy today, don't you think?

Oncoming death is terrible enough, but worse still is oncoming death with time to spare, time in which all the happiness that was yours and all the happiness that might have been yours becomes clear to you. You see with utter lucidity all that you are losing.

If you are pitched into misery, remember that your days on this earth are counted and you might as well make the best of those you have left.

But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in his mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself? Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? -- Love. That was his answer.

Kematian selalu membuntuti Kehidupan dengan begitu dekat, bukanlah karena keharusan biologis, melainkan karena rasa iri. Kehidupan ini begitu indah, sehingga maut pun jatuh cinta padanya. Cinta yang pencemburu dan posesif, yang menyambar apapun yang bisa diambilnya

My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.

This tiny habitation on wheels, with bit parts of the living room, the washroom, and the fireplace, is a pathetic admission that human life is no more than this: an attempt to feel at home while racing towards oblivion. He

Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity – it's envy.