Quotes About Mortality

Vampires are neither inhuman nor nonhuman nor all-too-human, they are simply more alive than they should be.

Have your being outside this body of birth and death and all your problems will be solved. They exist because you believe yourself born to die. Undeceive yourself and be free. You are not a person.

To be a living being is not the ultimate state; there is something beyond, much more wonderful, which is neither being nor non-being, neither living nor non-living. It is a state of pure awareness, beyond the limitations of space and time. Once the illusion that the body-mind is oneself is abandoned, death loses its terror; it becomes a part of living.

My birth was just an incident but my death will not go unnoticed

People have died from hiccups, you know.

It is just as easy to bring death to man, and I've done so. It's harder to keep hold of life, harder still to maintain a grasp on health. Those are the tasks to which we must keep our minds.

Death was not an intellectual conceit. It was an existential black hole, an animal riddle, both problem and solution, and the grief it inspired could not be fixed or bypassed like a faulty relay, but only endured. And

mortal man. He saw a being

I don't have anything left. My strength is pouring out of me just as my blood is. I've been in a death-storm countless times before. Is this death in its true form?

Instead, Emerson came to accept that when someone dies, things that belong to you disappear, too.

once death had settled upon a man or woman, there was much to remember but little more to say or do.

When I buy a new book, I always read the last page first, that way in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.

Better, I thought, never to have been born than this; brought out of nothingness, to labour and strive and back into nothingness again; a bit of fungus on the surface of a splinter of a dying star.

The sublimity of wisdom is to do those things living, which are to be desired when dying.

A person doesn't die from this or that disease. He dies from his whole life.

He knocked absurdly on the skull like a man impatient for a door to open. His eyes glazed over. He appeared to be in the grasp of something beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. 'Time is slowing,' he said in a leaden voice. 'Each moment grows and fattens like a drop of rain on a window sash, waiting to fall.

Even now, when I have time to consider what I've been and what I am, I doubt I comprehend my humanity, if I can claim so grand a word for my own morsel of life. I might as well be a meteor of a man, for all the difference I've made on earth.

My body is but wax and wick for flame. When the candle burns out, the light shines elsewhere.

Yes, you learn your lessons as they come your way... And when you have learned them all they can stick red-hot pokers in your wife and babies and you will only laugh to see it. Because you will know by then that people don't matter a damn. Men are like corn growing. The sun burns them up and the rain washes them out and the winter freezes them, and the cavalry tramps them down, but somehow they keep growing. And none of it matters a damn so long as the whisky holds out.

Beni anlamal?s?n. Çünkü ben kitap de?ilim, çünkü ben öldükten sonra kimse beni okuyamaz, ya?arken anla??lmaya mecburum.

Beni hemen anlamal?s?n, çünkü ben kitap de?ilim, çünkü ben öldükten sonra kimse beni okuyamaz, ya?arken anla??lmaya mecburum.

Bir ya?ant?y? sonuna kadar sürekli izlemenin,bitirmenin bir çe?it ölmek oldu?unu hissediyor.Yar?m ya?ant?lar sürdürerek,bütün ölümlerden kaç?yor..

Baz? kitaplar yüzünden kafam biraz kar??m??sa da bugün bile senin içtenli?ini ta??d???m? ümit ediyorum. Gene de sonunda sana bütünüyle benzemekten korkuyorum babac???m: Yani ben de sonunda senin gibi ölecek miyim?

?nsan?n babas? hayatta bir kere ölür.