Quotes About Mortality

Haverá um ano em que haverá um mês, em que haverá uma semana em que haverá um dia em que haverá uma hora em que haverá um minuto em que haverá um segundo e dentro do segundo haverá o não-tempo sagrado da morte transfigurada.

Viver é o meu código e o meu enigma. E quando eu morrer serei para os outros um código e um enigma.

We've been keeping our deaths a secret so as to make our lives possible.

Desde que descobrira - mas descobrira realmente com um tom espantado - que ia morrer um dia, então não teve mais medo da vida, e, por causa da morte, dinha direitos totais: arriscava tudo.

If a perfect person from the planet Mars landed and discovered that Earthlings got tired and grew old, that person would feel pity and astonishment. Without ever understanding what was good about being human, in feeling tired, in giving out daily; only the initiated would comprehend this subtlety of defectiveness and this refinement of life.

Everything—absolutely everything—that comes into existence will pass away.

Death, before erasing me from the world, erases my desire to know the world. What's the good of seeing if you can't see everything, or see forever.

Death is only beginning to frighten me again. I had stopped being afraid of it after the revelation of that pale, pure morning when I understood that I was no different from other men. Scarcely more intelligent than the most stupid.

Did you know humans are the only creatures alive that know about death?

There can never be a clock at the center of the Universe to which everyone can set their watches. Your entire life can be the blink of an eye to an alien who leaves Earth traveling close to the speed of light, then returns an hour later to find that you have been dead for centuries.

Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.

This is your life and mine! It's skull and bones every incha the road! Christ, we're dyin' by inches!

I'm no spring chicken. The clock goes and Bessie goes. Only my machinery can't be fixed.

We all die uneducated. But at least we will not feel quite so lost, so bewildered. We will have disenthralled ourselves from the merely contemporary. We will understand something—not much, but something—of our position in space and time.

Its a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take away everything he's got and everything he's ever gonna have.

Tomorrow is promised to no one.

It's a hell of a thing; killin' a man. You take away everything he ever had and ever would have.

Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days.

a reader of the Daily Mail brings it down to earth: "Only the 'elite' will go. The rest of us will be left to die.

To die guessing that you will be forgotten is one thing. But what would it be like to know that you have been forgotten before you die?

Hamlet himself knew just what to expect: Steady reduction of his body mass Until the day, his very coffin wrecked, Some clown picked up his skull and said, 'Alas.

How short life must be, if something so fragile can last a lifetime. —KAFKA

Nothing can save us. All this sweetness dies and rots.

If you succeed as I did, in sublimating the sexual drive and putting it in the service of heaven knows what mortifying joy or egalitarian madness, you will see the furious flower of jealousy stripped of its thorns, along with the condign egotism of the human couple.