Quotes About Mortality

Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing, though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be a room to bury anyone anymore?

It's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we only have one life

We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families, and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe. But I knew there couldn't be pockets that enormous. In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There's no invention to get around that. And so, I felt that night like the turtle that everything in the universe was on top of.

Isn't it weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?

Without love, you die. With love, you also die. Not all deaths are equal.

But even if the average life expectancy continued to increase by one year with each passing year, it would take forever for people to live forever, so probably no one would ever see it.

It is a shame that we have to live but it is a tragedy that we get to live only one life.

I kept thinking about how they were all the names of dead people, and how names are basically the only thing that dead people keep.

Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're al trapped.

I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

Te? je víc živých lidí, než kolik jich za celé dÄ›jiny umÃ…â"¢elo. Jinak Ã…â"¢e?eno, kdyby vÅ¡ichni najednou chtÄ›li hrát Hamleta, tak by nemohli, protože by nebylo dost lebek!

I read the first chapter of A Brief History of Time when Dad was still alive, and I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't even matter if I existed at all. When Dad was tucking me in that night and we were talking about the book, I asked if he could think of a solution to that problem. Which problem? The problem of how relatively insignificant we are.

Life is scarier than death

When I had thought I was dying at the base of the Loschwitz Bridge, there was a single thought in my head: Keep thinking. Thinking would keep me alive. But now I am alive, and thinking is killing me.

Per la prima volta in vita mia mi sono chiesto se la vita valeva tutta la fatica che serve per vivere. Perché, esattamente, valeva la pena vivere? Che c'è di così orrendo nell'essere morti per sempre e non provare niente, non sognare niente? Che c'è di così fantastico nel provare sensazioni e far sogni?

Dünya hep ayn? kal?rken ölen insan say?s?n?n artmas? ve günün birinde kimseyi gömecek yer kalmayacak olmas? tuhaf deÄŸil mi?

Children bury their dead parents, because the dead need to be buried. Parents do not need to bring their children into the world, but children need to bring their parents out of it.

Jacob didn't want to coerce or be coerced, but what was he supposed to do? Sit on his hands waiting for his grandfather to shatter his hip and die in a hospital room as every abandoned old person is destined to do?

But not even to save your life?" "If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.

None of his colleagues or friends, or former colleagues or former friends, had died. Sometimes it amazed him that he'd managed to live forty-two years without proximity to mortality. And that amazement was always followed by the fear that the statistics would catch up with him and offer a lot of death at once. And he wouldn't be ready.

However, in my thoughts I could not sufficiently wonder at the intrepidity of these diminutive mortals, who durst venture to mount and walk upon my body, while one of my hands was at liberty, without trembling at the very sight of so prodigious a creature as I must appear to them.

Caesar freely confessed to me, that the greatest actions of his own life were not equal, by many degrees, to the glory of taking it away.

The scariest thing about life that I have yet to face is to know whether or not I lived, for I won't know the answer until I'm dead ~By Jordan