Quotes About Mortality

Living is the challenge. Not dying. Dying is so easy. Sometimes it only takes ten seconds to die. But living? That can take you eighty years and you do something in that time.

I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.

If something happened to me, whose face will be on the front page of the paper begging for me? Is a person worth more because they have someone to grieve for them?

Somos juguetes en manos de los dioses —admitió el sacerdote real—. Pero somos los mortales los que les proporcionamos las herramientas para que nos conviertan en eso.

The gods do make playthings of us," the priest-king acknowledged. "But it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.

We are all children until our fathers die.

In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably.

You won't like me if I'm cruel." -"I don't like you now." -"We don't lie." -"I'm mortal, Irial. I can lie all I want to.

Some mortals--like you--are already half in love with death. It is who you are, and I'll not make it harder on you by telling you things you don't need to know. Ask me again when you die. Then I'll tell you everything, anything, nothing.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

Do you like it?" Bananach whispered. "How they want to eat you alive? You took away the last king's mortal. You make the new king mourn for both his mortals.

In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and memory were but a blink from death.

It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone: you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've a million times, you take for granted the days spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to before.

Whom the gods love dies young.

The man cupped his hand in front of his lips, speaking to me out of the side of his mouth, so no one would hear – he told me that he enjoyed watching people die.

La mort va fugir pel cor i quan ja no vaig tenir la mort a dintre em vaig morir...

Qui sap fins a quin punt som morts quan morim.

Please be quiet," Ike said. "Sounds that surround our body at the time of death are our soul's living blanket. The sound wraps us, carrying us to a city by cool waters, the place we reside after death. Chants remind the newly dead that they are no longer alive. As my voice grows dimmer, Hao's soul will understand it is moving away from the earth. It's necessary for peaceful transition—he'll know his death isn't a dream.

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

I sometimes think about old tombs and weeds That interwreathe among the bones of kings With cold and poisonous berry and black flower: Or ruminate upon the skulls of steeds Frailer than shells and on those luminous wings - The shoulder blades of Princes of fled power, Which now the unrecorded sandstorms grind Into so wraith-like a translucency Of tissue-thin and aqueous bone - A Reverie of Bone

A velhice o que é senão a morte estagiando em nosso corpo?

A morte é uma brevíssima varanda.Dali se espreita o tempo como a águia se debruça no penhasco- em volta todo o espaço se pode converter em esplêndida voação.

A morte, afinal, é uma corda que nos amarra as veias. O nó está lá desde que nascemos. O tempo vai esticando as pontas da corda, nos estancando pouco a pouco.