Quotes About Mortality

Ölmek bile kendilerine böyle bir görev verilenlerin i?idir.

?nsan yap?s?ndaki çeli?kiler, onun ne ölüme ne de sonsuzlu?a bir türlü dayanamad???n? gösteriyor. Sonsuzluk da ölüm kadar ürkütücü bir gerçektir.

For to arrive somewhere means to die!

Could she give Doro what he wanted—what she herself had wanted for so long—children who would not die?

Then … Rufus's fear of death calls me to him, and my own fear of death sends me home.

Earthseed, there is no promised afterlife.

Per me i cadaveri sono disgustosi. Puzzano e se sono lì da un po' sono pieni di vermi. Ma in fondo che cosa importa? Sono morti. Non soffrono più e se non ti piacevano quando erano vivi, perché turbarsi tanto ora che sono morti? Cory è rimasta sconvolta. Se la prende con me perché condivido il dolore dei vivi, ma lei cerca di condividerlo con i morti.

To them it's like deliberately causing the conception of a child who is so defective that it must die in infancy.

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

Una civilización que niega a la muerte, acaba por negar a la vida.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster. Your life will never be the same again.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do so with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.

Don't think too much. Descartes may come to existence when he thinks, but you perish and vanish when you think.

He only who has lived with the beautiful can die beautifully.

The death that kills a puppy first blinds him. The headstrong who won't listen will finally obey the summons of the death mat. The housefly who has nobody to advise it follows the corpse into the grave.

Within our bodies disintegration inexorably advances; soon we shall fall sick and die. Our loved ones will leave us, the memory of them will dissolve in the tumult; nothing will remain. Just a few clothes in the wardrobe and someone in a photograph, no longer recognized. The most precious memories will dissipate. Everything will sink into darkness and vanish.

What is life, after all if not dancing on graves?

Gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.

This was how the end must look. No deluge, no rains of fire, no Auschwitz, no comet. This is how the world will look when God has deserted it, whoever he is. Like an abandoned house, everything coated in cosmic dust, muggy and steeped in silence. Everything living will congeal and grow mold in the light that has no pulse and therefore is dead. In this spectral light everything will crumble.

death renders all faces similar.

La morte implica la privazione del diritto al movimento, perché la vita è movimento. Il corpo ucciso smette di muoversi. L'uomo è un corpo.

Dear brothers, we give you the right to choose your death.

Being healthy is an insecure state and does not bode well. It's better to be ill in a quiet way, then at least we know what we're going to die of.