Quotes About Mortality

Todos os seres vivos merecem o aceno de uma esperança, mesmo se estão inevitavelmente condenados à morte.

We enter this world with birth pains and we leave with similar pains of death.

Living is in itself dying because every new day we enjoy is another day of our lives lost.

Hawksmoor had often noticed how, in the moments when he first carne upon a corpse, all the objects around it wavered for an instant and became unreal- the trees which rose above a body hidden in woodland, the movement of the river which had washed a body onto its banks, the cars or hedges in a suburban street where a murderer had left a victim, all of these things seemed at such times to be suddenly drained of meaning like an hallucination.

50 per cent of the people died before the age of thirty, and 90 per cent before the age of fifty.

One third, or even perhaps one half, of the population died. There had never been mortality on this scale, nor has there been since. At the best estimation a population of approximately 6 million was reduced to 3 million or 4 million. It remained at this level until the early sixteenth century.

We are alive on the very brink of eternity.

If I die before he does, or he before me, eventually we both end up in the same place. That's the odd thing about life. No one gets out alive.

I saw no point in being the richest man in the cemetery.

In 1980, at independence, a man might expect to live to sixty and to see his children grow up strong and have children of their own, and if he was fortunate, a man might even live to see his great-grandchildren bring him gourds of beer before he died. But life expectancy dropped to fifty, and now it has collapsed, all the way down to thirty-three. It is hard to comprehend. At thirty-three, just as people should be in their prime, they suddenly sicken and die.

see his greatgrandchildren bring him gourds of beer before he died. But life expectancy dropped to fifty, and now it has collapsed, all the way down to thirty-three. It is hard to comprehend. At thirty-three, just as people should be in their prime, they suddenly sicken and die. And the managers of the mines and the factories and the farms have begun training three people to fill every job, because they know two will not live to do the work. I can

I could go at any time now.

People are usually pretty hungry after a funeral. I guess it's because we all realize that time is running out and we better eat all we can. Please don't mention that to my mother.

The true philosopher lives his life as a dress rehearsal for death.

I often thought of comparing life to a dream, because death always seemed to be an awakening.

This is one reason why modern people are so unprepared for death: death is the one thing society can't do for you, the one thing that forces you to confront your trans-social self. We live as "the lonely crowd", but we die one at a time.

Death. Toast. The story of our lives.

It took a scenario that he was going to die for Fred to wake up. It took that kind of shock for his life to be transformed. Maybe that's what needs to happen for all of us, for everyone who lives on Earth. That could be what a requiem scenario offers us.

I nod to Death in passing, aware of the sound of my own feet upon my path. The

And it is a profound consolation, perhaps the only one, to this haunted animal that wastes most of a long and ghostly life wandering the future and the past on its hind legs, looking for meanings, only to see in the eyes of others of its kind that it must die.

The absurdity of a life that may well end before one understands it does not relieve one of the duty (to that self which is inseparable from others) to live it through as bravely and as generously as possible.

One minute he was packing in grub like Judas Priest at the Last Supper and the next he was felled like a stockyard beef, that's how quick Death had him, his mouth oozing sweet potato like the hind end of a turkey packed with stuffing.

It comes down to this. When we die, not only will our bodies be gone, but so will the people we remember. We live in the world, and we recall the world, and one day we won't do either anymore. The church bells will ring and the drunks will drink.

And I thought, Holy fuck, we're not dead. Together. As in not dead yet. Think of all the years we will be. Our bodies turn to caramel. [Naked Man Hides]