Quotes About Mortality

Live not one's life as though one had a thousand years, but live each day as the last.

I dont believe in happy endings, but I do believe in happy travels, because ultimately, you die at a very young age, or you live long enough to watch your friends die. Its a mean thing, life.

Life's too short to kill time, life is perfectly timed...slowly killing you instead.

When a BIRD is alive, it eats ants...when the bird is dead, ants eat the bird! Time and circumstances can change at any time...Lets not devalue or hurt anyone in Life...We may be powerful today...But remember, TIME is more powerful, one tree makes a million match sticks.. But when time comes....only one match stick is needed to burn a million trees...lets be good and do good earthlings.

Remember when you leave this Earth, you can take with you nothing that you have received. Only what you have given.

Life is a precious thing, you never know when you're going to lose it. Live life while you can, because you never know which second is going to be your last.

Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have or could have had. No one lives forever.

Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't.

Don't always take life so seriously, nobody ever gets out Alive, anyways...

I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.

Maybe things aren't meant to be forever. We live.. Then we die. And what we do in the middle, makes us who we are.

The dead last so short a time … Alas, in the coffin they crumble into dust, Less quickly than in our hearts!

Carus Amicus Mussaeus, Ah! Quod tempus, bonus Deus, Landerirette Imbre sumus perituri. And La Moussaye reassures him with: Securae sunt nostrae vitae Sumus enim Sodomitae Igne tantum perituri Landeriri.

an inverse operation multiplies to such a degree what concerns our welfare and divides by such a formidable figure what does not concern it, that the death of millions of unknown people hardly affects us more unpleasantly than a draught.

This is the feeling that death does not descend upon all men alike, but that a more oncoming wave of its tragic tide carries off a life placed at the same level as others which the waves that follow will long continue to spare.

Doubtless my books, like my fleshly being, would, some day, die. But one must resign oneself to death. One accepts the thought that one will die in ten years and one's books in a hundred. Eternal duration is no more promised to works than to men.

And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect. And as for that object, it depends on chance whether we come upon it or not before we ourselves must die.

En revanche, je crois bien qu'à mon agonie, quand tous mes autres " moi " seront morts, s'il vient à briller un rayon de soleil tandis que je pousserai mes derniers soupirs, le petit personnage barométrique se sentira bien aise, et ôtera son capuchon pour chanter: "ah! Enfin, il fait beau.

Now that Olympus no longer exists, its inhabitants dwell upon the earth.

Men who believe that their work will last—as was the case with Elstir—form the habit of placing that work in a period when they themselves will have crumbled into dust. And thus, by obliging them to reflect on their own extinction, the thought of fame saddens them because it is inseparable from the thought of death

It was at this time that people found along the roads and highways little children, tiny vagabonds who refused to grow up. Little girls of seven years knelt and prayed that they might not grow older, for puberty seemed to them a sign of mortality.

Work offers a defensible escape from a private life on the skids. Working myself to the point of exhaustion left me feeling purified. Exhilarated. I think it also gave me a sense that I was cheating mortality.

Yo soñé que soñaba. Y soñé que despertaba del segundo sueño, del sueño soñado y decía: "Ah, fue un sueño", y creía estar despierto. Quizá la vida sea eso, un sueño metido dentro de otro. Quizá la vida sea el tercer sueño concéntrico del que uno despierta cuando se muere.

A man is a little soul carrying around a courpse.