Quotes About Mortality

When you're held by the dead, you begin to feel that you aren't in this world yourself.

Eguchi sintió una oleada de compasión por ella. Se le ocurrió una idea: los viejos tienen la muerte, y los jóvenes el amor, y la muerte viene una sola vez y el amor muchas.

Era el cuerpo de mujer lo que arrastraba al hombre a los círculos inferiores del infierno.

But could there be anything uglier than an old man lying the night through beside a girl put to sleep, unwaking? Had he not come to this house seeking the ultimate in the ugliness of old age?

Life's not a video game, Felix- there aren't a certain number of points that send you to the next level. There isn't actually any next level. The bad news is that everybody dies at the end. Game Over.

No matter what anyone says, suicide takes guts. It's for heroes and martyrs, truly vainglorious men. Archie was none of these. He was a man whose significance in the Greater Scheme of Things could be figured along familiar ratios: Pebble : Beach Raindrop : Ocean Needle : Haystack

this new delicacy, this suggestions of mortal time working on her just as it works on everybody, spoke to me more loudly than any of the old accusations of daughterly neglect ever had.

In this lengthy riposte, the philosopher informs Paulinus that "learning how to live takes a whole life," and the sense most of us have that our lives are cruelly brief is a specious one: "It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it.

Ryan was convinced of the aging fifties motto 'Live fast, die young', and, though his scooter didn't do more than 22 m.p.h. downhill, he liked to warn Clara in grim tones not to get 'too involved', for he wouldn't be here long; he was 'going out' early and with a 'bang'".

Ryan was convinced of the ageing fifties motto 'Live fast, die young', and, though his scooter didn't do more than 22 m.p.h. downhill...

Actually creating an animal just so it can die -- it's like being God! I mean personally I'm a Hindu, yeah? I'm not religious or nothing, but you know, I believe in the sanctity of life, yeah? And these people, like, program the mouse, plot its every move, yeah, when it's going to have kids, when it's going to die. It's just unnatural .

Yet a world in which no one, from policymakers to adolescents, can imagine themselves as abject corpses—a world consisting only of thrusting, vigorous men walking boldly out of frame—will surely prove a demented and difficult place in which to live. A world of illusion.

Keista, kaip mes smerkiame kitus, užmirš? vargan? savo b?t?, kol j? netenkame, kai juos iš m?s? atima mirtis. Atima, nes jie niekada mums nepriklaus?...

En este caso, el problema radica en que el hombre es un animal moral abandonado en un universo amoral y condenado a una existencia finita y sin otro significado que perpetuar el ciclo natural de la especie. Es imposible sobrevivir en un estado prolongado de realidad, al menos para un ser humano. Pasamos buena parte de nuestras vidas soñando, sobre todo cuando estamos despiertos.

Death lives with us everyday. Indeed our ways of dying are our ways of living. Or should I say our ways of living are our ways of dying?

There is no objective test for divine revelation, no forensic evidence to evaluate. Even for the believer it is an experience beyond normal comprehension. It is, as T.S. Eliot put it, the intersection of the timeless with time. Mortals on occasion may, perhaps, catch transient glimpses that give intimations of this profound experience, which is the theme of Eliot's poem The Four Quartets.

So the beginning of this was a woman and she had come back from burying the dead. Not the dead of sick and ailing with friends at the pillow and the feet. She had come back from the sodden and the bloated; the sudden dead, their eyes flung wide open in judgment.

If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk.

Death, that strange being with the huge square toes who lived way in the west. The great one who lived in the straight house like a platform without sides to it, and without a roof. what need has Death for a cover, and what winds can blow against him? He stands in his high house that overlooks the world. Stands watchful and motionless all day with his sword drawn back, waiting for the messenger to bid him come.

There are all these things I want to accomplish. We never know how long we're going to get.

I know that one day I'm going to die. I want to accomplish as much as I can before I do.

I don't believe in the afterlife.

I don't believe in an afterlife.

Afterlife, in my mind, is pretty much nothing. This is it. This is what we get, for me.