Quotes About Mortality

Houve uma época em que éramos como vocês, só que nosso mundo não era como o seu. Vocês não fazem ideia do quanto chegaram perto da morte. Uma geração ou duas antes, e vocês talvez estivessem aqui conosco.

As one researcher noted, "it seems likely that males suffer higher mortality than do females because in the past they have enjoyed higher potential reproductive success, and this has selected for traits that are positively associated with high reproductive success but at a cost of decreased survival" (Trivers, 1985, p. 314).

The reason for men's higher mortality, like that of males of many mammalian species, stems directly from their sexual psychology, and in particular from their competition for mates. The use of risky tactics of competition becomes greater as the differences in reproductive outcome become greater.

As a rule, throughout the animal kingdom, the more polygynous the mating system, the greater the differences between the sexes in terms of mortality. Polygynous mating selects for males who take risks—risks in competing with other males, risks in securing the resources desired by females, and risks in exposing themselves to dangers while pursuing and courting females.

We are mortals, not gods. We die. Death is our nature. Without that fee paid in advance, the world does not come to us. That is the hard bargain life makes with us — with all of us, every one — and the condition we share. And for that reason, if no other, we should have pity for one another's losses. For the sorrows that must come sooner or later to each one of us, in a world we enter only on mortal terms.

A dead writer often finds himself at the mercy of something other than friends.

This sloughing off and scouring down to the walls is about a denial that has little to do with doing without. It is not so much the forging of one's fleshly desires as much as a terrified repudiation of the essential nature of what we are: great sloshing, suppurating bags of wet, prone to rupture. Mortal messes just waiting to happen.

It was nice to find out, then, that if one is characterologically incapable of not being a total fuckface, science has not shown you will die any sooner . People might just be gladder when you eventually do.

there are only two kinds of flights: ones in which you die and ones in which you do not.

we are all in our fifties now. Healthwise, we've been fortunate, but it's just a matter of time before our luck runs out and one of us gets cancer. Then we'll be picked off like figures at a shooting gallery, easy targets given the lives we've led.

started feeling real sorry for everybody, even though they were screaming and acting silly. I thought about how much work it was to have fun, and how brave we all were for going to the trouble, since the easiest thing would be to just moan and cry and bite the walls, because we're all going to die anyway, sooner or later. Isn't that sad? I saw how every human life is a story, and the story always ends badly.

Yes, I am talking about boat trailers, but also I am dying.

I was traveling myself when I got my Fitbit, and because the tingle feels so good, not just as a sensation but also as a mark of accomplishment, I began pacing the airport rather than doing what I normally do, which is sit in the waiting area, wondering which of the many people around me will die first, and of what.

Doesn't the blood of every suicide splash back on our faces?

he couldn't have been more than a few hours old when he died. Even in a jar, that kid has outearned me.

In fact, there are only two kinds of flights: ones in which you die and ones in which you do not.

At a certain age—six months for a mouse, the equivalent of fifty years for a human—the mechanism of resistance is weakened.

The ancient Indian epic Mah?bh?rata asks, "Of all the world's wonders, which is the most wonderful? That no man, though he sees others dying all around him, believes that he himself will die.

There were better things to do with life than giving in to the peer pressure of mortality.

Amemos la carne porque mañana será carroña.

Todos tenemos que morir, es una obligación. Si no muriéramos sería horrible, tendríamos que matarnos unos a los otros. Morir es nuestra única esperanza. Morir es el sentido de la vida, no te confundas.

Lo de morir despacio y dejar un cadáver gastadísimo me gusta.

A todos nos gusta adornar el repaso de la vida propia de aquello que fue luminoso, para morir entre luces y no en la oscuridad del desengaño.

During times of peace, the sons bury their fathers, but in war it is the fathers who send their sons to the grave. —HERODOTUS, THE HISTORY