Quotes About Mortality

But you can take the energy from others," Sonny said. "Kill here, the sky gets brighter, food tastes better. Do it enough and maybe you live forever.

Aging was essentially decay, the exhaustion of the body's ability to repair and renew itself.

The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.

Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.

For if that last day does not occasion an entire extinction, but a change of abode only, what can be more desirable And if it, on the other hand, destroys and absolutely puts an end to us, what can be preferable to having a deep sleep fall on us in the midst of the fatigues of life and, being thus overtaken, to sleep to eternity

To study philosophy is nothing but to prepare one's self to die.

No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the cry of a child being called home at dusk.

She has often suspected that her last words to herself and in this world will prove to be 'You bloody old fool' or, perhaps, depending on the mood of the day or the time of the night, 'you fucking idiot'.

Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.

È inutile indagare le occasioni mancate. Non sai mai se ti sei salvato dalla morte, o ti sei perso la vera vita.

The older you get, the higher you wear your underwear. Like rings on a tree. Eighty, ninety years old, your breasts are inside them. When you die, they just pull them up over your head.

Les riches, pas davantage que les pauvres, ne pouvaient se soustraire à la mort, même si leurs funérailles attiraient généralement plus de monde.

You cannot hide from danger. Death floats on the air, creeps through the window, comes with the handshake of a stranger. If we stop living because we fear death, then we have already died. -Raistlin Majere

And my eyes! I see through hourglass pupils and therefore I see time-as it affects all things. Even as I look at you now, Tanis," the mage whispered, "I see you dying, slowly, by inches. And so I see every living thing.

C'est le sort qui donne son sens à la vie. La mort, la grande égalisatrice. Homme, femme, paysan, roi, riche, pauvre, nous sommes tous égaux à la fin du voyage. La vie est précieuse, sacrée, on ne doit pas en priver un homme à la légère ou de gaieté de coeur.

In the death of every creature we have loved, we taste our own.

Life is so long, and too hard, and then it ends so cruel and sudden!

Vampires let us play with death and the issue of mortality. They let us ponder what it would mean to be truly long lived. Would the long view allow us to see the world differently, imagine social structures differently? Would it increase or decrease our reverence for the planet? Vampires allow us to ask questions we usually bury.

Kultur und Todeswissen sind eng miteinander verflochten, wir wissen um die Kurzfristigkeit, um die Begrenztheit des Lebens. Das Gewahrwerden des eigenen Todes ist entscheidende Bedingung für die kulturelle Schöpferkraft. Kultur verspricht Dauer, Kultur schöpft Sinn, Kultur handelt mit Transzendenz. Ihr implizites Ziel ist es, das, was vorgegeben ist, zu überschreiten und ihm so Dauer zu verleihen.

Little soul, gentle and drifting, guest and companion of my body, now you will dwell below in pallid places, stark and bare; there you will abandon your play of yore. But one moment still, let us gaze together on these familiar shores, on these objects which doubtless we shall not see again....Let us try, if we can, to enter into death with open eyes...

Ce matin, l'idée m'est venue pour la première fois que mon corps, ce fidèle compagnon, cet ami plus sûr, mieux connu de moi que mon âme, n'est qu'un monstre sournois qui finira par dévorer son maître.

On this view, it is not only how we die—or face the prospect of our mortality, as phenomenologists like to say—but also how we inhabit language that singularizes us, that gives our identities a distinctive resonance.

Death is the Santa Claus of the adult world. Except Santa Claus in reverse. The guy who takes all the presents away.

We know this much is true, and it's true for all souls: each of us will one day find the feast finished and, fattened or famished, step slowly backward into their own dark hall for that final night of sleep.