Quotes About Mortality

There is only one thing we cannot have—eternal life, and, by God, whence did that concept come into our heads, that idea of being immortal?

her hands are hennaed in a complex design made less legible by each passing day.

Rzeczywisto?? si? zestarza?a, stetrycza?a, bo przecie? podlega ona zdecydowanie takim samym prawom jak ka?dy ?ywy organizm - starzeje si?. Jej najdrobniejsze sk?adniki - sensy, ulegaj? apoptozie jak komórki cia?a. Apoptoza to ?mier? naturalna, spowodowana zm?czeniem i wyczerpaniem materii.

Las personas -que también son en sí mismas un proceso- tienen miedo de todo lo inestable y mutable. Por eso, imaginaron algo que no existe -la inmutabilidad- y decretaron que todo lo eterno e inmutable es perfecto. Le atribueron la inmutabilidad a Dios. Y de esta forma perdieron la capacidad de comprenderlo

The same fate awaits me too, and Oddball, and the Deer outside; one day we shall all be nothing more than corpses.

Jedni przychodz? na ?wiat na górze, w s?onecznych rejonach, inni na dole, bez ?wiat?a ludzkie grzyby. Wszystko zdarza si? tylko raz i my sami jeste?my jednorazowi. Nie by?o nas, zanim si? urodzili?my, i nie b?dzie nas jak umrzemy. Raj- to cyfrowy sen. Nikt nas nie wybawi, nie naprawi, nie zado??uczyni. Ka?dego dnia stajemy si? jeszcze bardziej bezradni

We live in a state of siege. If one takes a close look at each fragment of a moment, one might choke with terror. 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.

We were equals once when we lay new-born babes on our nurse's knees. We will be equal again when they tie up our jaws for the last sleep.

Thus idly busy rolls their world away

For he that fights and runs away, may live to fight another day, but he, who is in battle slain, can never rise and fight again.

The country blooms—a garden, and a grave.

Only the young die good.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.

Death tugs at my ear and says: "Live, I am coming."

Life is a fatal complaint, and an eminently contagious one.

Live Today like you may die tomorrow, Because someday you will be right.

Ah, si yo hubiera sabido que la muerte es un país donde no se puede vivir!

Il nous faut remplacer les mourants, et les mourants savent qu'ils ne valent que pour ce qu'ils ont transmis.

And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, where under crawling coop't we live and die, lift not thy hands to It for help -- for it rolls impotently on as thou or I.

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help for It As impotently moves as you or I.

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultn after Sultn with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show.

Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.