Quotes About Mortality

Chaque homme, parce qu'il croît un peu que le monde est né en même temps que lui, souffre, au moment de quitter la vie, de laisser l'univers inachevé. À plus forte raison un roi. (Le roi de fer, partie 3, ch. 9, p. 350)

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

Evit?m s? ne gândim la moarte pân? când nu mai avem for?a, n-a? spune, de a gândi, ci chiar de a respira.

A single hour snatched from death outweighs a whole existence of tortures.

Death descends upon us to take away a life or change its form: let us judge it by what it does and not by what we do before it comes and after it is gone.

As a kid, all I thought about was death.

I'm not afraid of death.

As a kid, all I thought about was death. But you can't tell your parents that.

I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more...

Death, as he had said, cancelled all engagements.

Soldiers may accept a need to be the first to die in a war, but there is often an unseemly scramble to avoid becoming the last.

of Yugoslavs, 4 percent of Greeks, 1.35 percent of French, 3.78 percent of Japanese, 0.94 percent of British and 0.32 percent of Americans. Within the armed forces, 30.9 percent of Germans conscripted into the Wehrmacht died, 17.35 percent of the Luftwaffe (including paratroopers and ground personnel), 34.9 percent of the Waffen SS.

One Russian soldier in four died, against one in twenty British Commonwealth combatants and one in thirty-four American servicemen.

If you live on the brink of death yourself, it is as if those who have gone have merely caught an earlier train to the same destination, and whatever that destination is, you will be sharing it soon, since you will almost certainly be catching the next one.

Being killed is a very different thing from dying.

Pour mon puissant amour et mon plus fort dédain comme on verrait dans un vaste miroir sans tain s'attirer et se nuire des poules bigarrées je vois le lys profond, la rose qui succombe au poids fécond de ses entrailles, circuler le touriste, photographe égaré parmi l'herbe fleurie des tombes. Je suis mourant d'avoir compris que notre terre n'est d'aucun prix.

We all run on two clocks. One is the outside clock, which ticks away our decades and brings us ceaselessly to the dry season. The other is the inside clock, where you are your own timekeeper and determine your own chronology, your own internal weather and your own rate of living. Sometimes the inner clock runs itself out long before the outer one, and you see a dead man going through the motions of living.

How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity!

We all die," Abrim said. "How we die is more important than when." "And how we live before we die," Salom added. "That is why I serve--to give meaning to my life.

You're too young to decide to live forever.

There is no god but death.

To the degree that we deny the gift of life, we embrace death.

Body my house my horse my hound What will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep How will I ride What will I hunt Where can I go without my mount all eager and quick How will I know in thicket ahead is danger or treasure When Body my good bright dog is dead How will it be to lie in the sky without roof or door and wind for an eye with cloud for a shift how will I hide?

Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen