Quotes About Mortality

Good." Carelessly, as if to herself, she added, "You will be dead soon enough." She turned and dove into the sea, leaving no ripples behind her.

But how is there glory in taking a life? We die so easily.

Héctor debía vivir, porque su vida, pensé mientras retrocedía a gatas sobre la hierba, era el hito final antes de que corriera la sangre del mismísimo Aquiles.

Morimos con demasiada facilidad.

Achilles' face went pale. "Is it certain?" This is what all mortals ask first, in disbelief, shock, fear. Is there no exception for me?

Daedalus did not long outlive his son. His limbs turned grey, and all his strength was transmuted into smoke. I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation he was to me.

His voice then was like a balm upon my raw skin. I yearned for his hands, for all of him, mortal though he was, distant and dying though he would always be.

All my life, I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal's voice, let me have the rest.

Do you want to be a god?" It was easier this time. "Not yet," he said. A tightness I had not known was there eased a little. I would not lose him yet.

his beautiful body lost to bones and gray ash.

Así es como los mortales obtienen fama", pensé; mediante la práctica y la diligencia, cuidando sus talentos como si fueran jardines, con la esperanza de verlos resplandecer bajo el sol.

War has always seemed to me a foolish choice for men. Whatever they wi from it, they will only have a handful of years enjoy before they die. More likely they will perish trying.

Why is the sky blue?" - A fair enough question, and one I have learned the answer to several times. Yet every time I try to explain it to someone or remember it to myself, it eludes me. Now I like to remember the question alone, as it reminds me that my mind is essentially a sieve, that I am mortal.

When you're a child, no one tells you that you are going to die. You have to work it out for yourself.

Morirse será así, notar que algo se acerca y que no se puede evitar? Este pensamiento surge de la nada y le cae en la cabeza como una gota de vino en el agua, la mancha, oscura y expansiva, le colorea las ideas.

Is this what it feels like to die, to sense the nearness of something you can't avoid?

We are, all of us, wandering about in a state of oblivion, borrowing our time, seizing our days, escaping our fates, slipping through loopholes, unaware of when the axe may fall. As Thomas Hardy writes of Tess Durbeyfield, 'There was another date . . . that of her own death; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it?

And now she must give up this body, submit it to the earth, never to be seen again.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Death comes, and makes a man his prey, A man whose powers are yet unspent; Like one on gathering flowers intent, Whose thoughts are turned another way. Begin betimes to practise good, Lest fate surprise thee unawares Amid thy round of schemes and cares; To-morrow?s task to-day conclude.*

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

This peace will leave us as a cluster of dust...

Remember yourself before all turns to dust