Quotes About Mortality

And I wish that I were not any part of the fifth generation of men, but had died before it came, or been born afterward. For here now is the age of iron.

There are too many people who consider themselves far too important. And yet not one of us is anything but a grain of sand in the desert, a speck of dust in the universe.

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.

We are all dying, just at different speeds.

Now, sensing that he has less than a week to live, he must pick up his images from where he has left them, walking his own inner terrain. . . He must traverse his whole life, waking and sleeping: you cannot leave your memories alone in this world, for other men to own.

Sólo eres joven una vez en la vida, dicen, ¿pero no se alarga mucho el tiempo? Más años de los que puedes soportar.

It's not easy to speak of nonexistence, even if you've already commissioned your tomb.

Interesting how our vocabulary responds, providing us with words we have never needed before, words stacked away for us, neatly folded into our brain and there for our use: like a bride's lifetime supply of linen, or a ducal trove of monogrammed china. Death will overtake us before a fraction of those words are used.

To his inner ear, the cardinal speaks. He says, I saw you, Crumb, when you were at Elvetham: scratching your balls in the dawn and wondering at the violence of the king's whims. If he wants a new wife, fix him one. I didn't, and I am dead.

If a man should live as if every day is his last, he should also die as if there is a day to come, and another after that.

You are only young once, they say, but doesn't go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.

Nem általánosan elfogadott nézet, nem különösebben népszer? gondolat, hogy az embereket sokféle dolog választja el egymástól, és Å'szintén szólva, a halál a legkevésbé fontosak egyike.

In the end, Dr Bhattacharya had said, the heart fails without warning.

Death stays when the visitors have gone, and the nurses turn a blind eye; he leans back on his portable throne, he crosses his legs, he says, 'Entertain me.

Death is your prince, you are not his patron; when you think he is engaged elsewhere, he will batter down your door, walk in and wipe his boots on you.

Before they kill her. Alice is no innocent in this world. Just as well. Look how the innocent end; used by the sin-sodden and the cynical, pulped to their purpose and ground under their heels.

Petrarch writes, "between one dip of the pen and the next, the time passes: and I hurry, I drive myself, and I speed toward death. We are always dying—I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or block their ears; they are all dying.

occurs to him that when he is dead, other people will be getting on with their day;

Death is your prince

We are always dying – I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or block their ears; they are all dying.

I didn't want to die, ever. I wanted to watch a million suns set, love a million women, walk down a million city streets and lonely roads. A thousand lifetimes wouldn't be enough for that. Sometimes, convinced I had come down with some fatal illness, I was afraid I wouldn't even have one.

The selflessness and dedication shown by many Greek doctors can be seen not only in such works as the Epidemics, but also in, for example, Thucydides' account of the plague at Athens (II, 47ff.) – where he notes the high incidence of mortality from the disease among the doctors who attempted to treat it.

you're lucky you can die!!

Presto o tardi, tutti dobbiamo morire. Quindi non si vive per prolungare la propria esistenza. Si vive per morire in maniera degna.