Quotes About Mortality

Es algo que suele suceder con los muertos: lamentar no haberles dicho a tiempo cuánto los amabas, lo necesarios que te eran. Cuando alguien imprescindible se va de tu lado, vuelves los ojos a tu interior y no encuentras más que banalidad, porque los vivos, comparados con los muertos, resultamos insoportablemente banales.

Vivir era ir muriendo día a día, poquito a poco, inexorablemente.

No fim, tu morres. No fim do livro, tu morres. Assim mesmo, como se morre nos romances: sem aviso, sem razão, a benefício apenas da história que se quis contar. Assim, tu morres e eu conto. E ficamos de contas saldadas.

la muerte no tiene nada temible, la muerte es buena. Al lado de todo el mal que flagela el mundo, la muerte es la mejor amiga del hombre

I had not learned then that death avoids a man who desires it, to snatch at him whose heart holds fast to life.

ONE BY ONE I HAD WATCHED THEM ALL DIE.

Every time we'd pass a cemetery, he'd say, 'That's the dead center of Toronto. People are dying to get in there, mate.

Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortal—there's the trick!

Everything passes away - suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the Earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes toward the stars? Why?

In broad daylight it's terrible for a man to face his death; but when you're asleep it ought to be easy enough....

Immortality no longer interests the weary old man at all.

Each second that goes by, we're all one second closer to the rest of our lives and our deaths.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning." A verse from Ecclesiastes.

Ima istina kojima ?ovek pomaže da umru—re?e ona—i sam ?ovek je istina koja umire.

Leander: "I've been dead for three days now. And you?

What surprised him was that as he felt closer to death, he felt the terror of death, its very finality. There were so many things he had failed to do. There were even more things he should never have done.

He had become almost inured to death; his frailty had reinforced his conviction that he must do something of consequence while he had the time.

Isak had never wanted to live so much, and now, just when he wanted to live until he was very old, he'd been sent home to die. "I have two sons," he said. "I have two sons. Noa and Mozasu. May the Lord bless my sons.

Are you dying?" she asked. "It's prostate cancer. I have very good doctors. I don't think I'll die of this. Not very soon, anyway." "You lied then." "No Sunja, we're all dying." She felt angry with him for lying, but she felt grateful, too. She had loved him, and she could not bear the thought of him being gone from this life.

Every day you are closer to your death. You are half-dead already. Where does your identity come from?

It is possible that characters need to die for the author to make her moral point, for the author himself to regenerate by letting go of an ideal identity, or for the world to recognize the necessity of certain ideas and ideals to die.

Your life is a creation that dies when you die. Release

Each day your life grows a day shorter. Make every move count.

En un home de fusta em converteixo per vell i per mesell i solitari. Tot m'és sobrer fora de tu que em manques i tot m'emplena tanmateix de vida. No moriré de mort fantasiosa, sinó d'una absurda i lenta malaltia que em podrirà com us podriu vosaltres.