Quotes About Mortality

I was discovering that the most precious gift someone can give us is time, because what gives time its value is death.

Now that we're not immortal no more," Ragetti said nervously, "we need to take care of our immortal souls." He looked down at the book in his lap. "You know you can't read!" Pintel shouted at him. "It's the Bible," the wooden-eyed pirate Ragetti said, smiling, his teeth broken and brown, "you get credit for trying.

I'm only Superman, I'm not God.

We all die. I can't promise to live forever." His arms tightened around her. "But I can promise to love you as long as I live.

The Buddhists say that you have to think about your own death every single day. It makes you more humble to know this day is all there is, so be joyful and be grateful, and enjoy it.

By definition, you have to live until you die. Better to make that life as complete and enjoyable an experience as possible, in case death is shite, which I suspect it will be.

There is no more desire to live past one's time than to die before it.

Style makes you feel great because it takes your mind off the fact that you're going to die.

Do not expect to arrive at certainty in every subject which you pursue. There are a hundred things wherein we mortals. . . must be content with probability, where our best light and reasoning will reach no farther.

How shall polluted mortals dare To sing Thy glory or Thy grace Beneath Thy feet we lie afar And see but shadows of Thy face.

Tout le grand charme poignant de la vie vient peut-être de la certitude absolue de la mort. Si les choses devaient durer, elles nous sembleraient indignes d'attachement.

El mundo se dirige hacia la tumba como la noche hacia el alba.

Who in the world has not yearned for a loved one, has never said, If only he or she could come back just once, just one more time...? Despite the fact that it can never happen, never ever. Surely this is the saddest thing about our mortal world, and its sadness will go on shrouding human life like a blanket of fog until its final extinction.

Had not the jutting bones of the world survived a thousand aeons of human life? Could anything I or any human do really matter in the face of that? [Chapter 35, page 510]

All this is wonderful...but sometimes it seems like a pleasant dream that can't last. So many have died. It's a high price we pay for our place in the world. [Chapter 27, page 308]

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

One's life, from the beginning, is lonely and desolate; After death, you are inactive of your own. Look quietly at the world of men- Whether they flourish or fade, it's all one grave

When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box.

Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.

You reach a moment in life when, among the people you have known, the dead outnumber the living. And the mind refuses to accept more faces, more expressions: on every new face you encounter, it prints the old forms, for each one it finds the most suitable mask.

Llega un momento de la vida en que de la gente que uno ha conocido son más los muertos que vivos. Y la mente se niega a aceptar otras fisonomías, otras expresiones: en todas las caras nuevas que encuentra, imprime los viejos moldes, para cada una encuentra una máscara que se le adapta mejor.

With the smell of beer I try to get the smell of death off me. And only the smell of death will get the smell of beer off you, like all the drinkers whose graves I have to dig.

But who can say that the clock's numbers aren't peeping from rectangular windows, where I see every minute fall on me with a click like the blade of a guillotine?

Um sentimento dominante não tarda a apresentar-se em seguida, impondo-se sobre todo e qualquer outro pensamento: e é o alívio por se saber que todos os problemas são problemas dos outros, que é tudo lá com eles. Aos mortos já não deveria interessar mais nada de nada, porque já não lhes diz respeito pensar em nada disso; e mesmo que isso possa parecer imoral, é nesta irresponsabilidade que os mortos encontram a sua alegria.