Quotes About Mortality

His heart felt dangerously full, for the first time in years. That dried-up battered organ, suddenly flush with love. It could kill him.

All around these streets , the dead and forgotten - mostly travellers born three thousand miles away, and four hundred years once dreamed and schemed, full of sound and fury. They were real and vital, as yet undimmed by posterity, and lived and loved with every imaginable kind of human feeling until at last they returned to dust.

Only against death does man cry out in vain.

For us humans, everything is permanent - until it changes, as we are immortal until we die

Belief in the supernatural is another powerful route to overcoming the very natural desire to stay alive.

Five years off my life... I wondered with a wry smile, would people be immortal if they didn't have kids?

That was all it took – a shower of rain, the slam of a door, the thrust of a knife or a gunshot – and just like that, a person could be gone with nothing but the memories of others to show that they'd ever existed.

Life was too precious to be so fragile

We are only given a certain amount of time to do what we were sent here to do. You don't have to be around a long time to share the wisdom of a lifetime. You just have to use your time wisely, efficiently. There is no time to waste.

My sense of religion is Einstein's sense of relativity. I don't believe in God. I believe that energy never dies. So the possibility exists that you might be breathing in some other form of Moses or Buddha or Muhammad or Bobby Kennedy or Roosevelt or Martin Luther King or Jesus.

Samson had his Delilah, Adam his Eve, and the Jazter had you. Already, I can see my epitaph. "Here lies Jaz, lover of his fellow men, done in royally by one of them.

The zero card–Le Mat, the Fool–has been likened to the material universe because the mortal sphere is the world of unreality. The lower universe, like the mortal body of man, is but a garment, a motley costume, well likened to cap and bells. Beneath the garments of the fool is the divine substance, however, of which the jester is but a shadow; this world is a Mardi Gras–a pageantry of divine sparks masked in the garb of fools.

Single is every living creature born, Single he passes to another world, Single he eats the fruit of evil deeds, Single, the fruit of good; and when he leaves His body, like a log or heap of clay, Upon the ground, his kinsmen walk away: Virtue alone stays by him at the tomb, And bears him through the dreary, trackless gloom.

Comme si c'était pas déjà suffisant de crever, il faut encore se cogner les angoisses de ceux que les métastases laissent provisoirement de côté...

Desencanto Eu faço versos como quem chora De desalento... de desencanto... Fecha o meu livro, se por agora Não tens motivo nenhum de pranto. Meu verso é sangue. Volúpia ardente... Tristeza esparsa... remorso vão... Dói-me nas veias. Amargo e quente, Cai, gota a gota, do coração. E nestes versos de angústia rouca Assim dos lábios a vida corre, Deixando um acre sabor na boca. - Eu faço versos como quem morre.

Qué miedo, qué miedo atroz de morir para siempre!

Durante la infancia yo confundía estos parajes terrenales con los pliegues de mi propio cerebro y desde aquellos días de inocencia no me ha abandonado la idea de que la vida de los hombres no es sino un nudo de aromas que se va deshaciendo ante la muerte.

Desde el momento en que nacemos, también se inicia la vejez

Today I smash racquets, for tomorrow we die.

Five minutes before his death, Monsieur de La Palisse was still alive.

Out of sight, out of body, there is nothing, there is no longer anything. And the words that humans invented to make themselves believe there was something, first of all the word "death" itself, fraught with terror and hope, only conceal the nothingness.

I already know an awful lot of people and until one of them dies I couldn't possibly meet anyone else.

How different would your life be if you lived as if today were your last?

From Thérèse's perspective, "they didn't think about death enough, and yet death had paid its visit to a great number of those whom I knew, the young, the rich, the happy