Quotes About Mortality

I don't want to hear about my death.

That is the ultimate power, to stare death in the face and be unafraid.

You resent death. You regret death. But as for your own life, you know perfectly well that no one can threaten it at all. Death is something that happens to someone else.

We don't admit it to ourselves, not until the very moment of death, but in that moment, we see all life before us and we understand how we chose, every day of our lives, the manner of our death.

To face death, that's nothing much. But to feel really stupid when you die, well, that would be insufferable.

As long as you keep getting born, it's alright to die some times.

For all of us, the time is short and the span of life is brief On top of that, our real human problem, the Stoic philosopher Seneca said in a direct rebuke to the modern illusion, is not just that life is short but that we waste so much of it-so that life ceases for us "just when we are getting ready for it."35 But

Modern life assaults us with an infinite range of things we could do, we would love to do, or some people tell us we should do. But we are not God and we are neither infinite nor eternal. We are quite simply finite. We have only so many years, so much energy, so many gray cells, and so many bank notes in our wallets. 'Life is too short to...' eventually shortens to 'life is too short.

The thought of dying has never bothered me, but getting hurt, losing blood, becoming crippled and the like—no thanks.

Scoundrels [...] simply don't die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. [...] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young.

During the course of my life I have wished innumerable times that I might meet with a violent death, but I have never once desired to kill anybody. I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

The smile of one flower permeates those who live next to death more than the problem of life and death.

People depend on death to be complete. While alive, they are all incomplete.

I had the feeling that were Mother to die, my own flesh would melt away with her.

Just as a man has the right to live, he ought also to have the right to die.

Now, I will make better use of my body and be useful by increasing food production just a little, then I will bid farewell to this world. It would be good to lighten the burden on this country. That is my path to best serve my country as a useless invalid. I want to die soon.

We all live a sheet of paper away from death, so we shouldn't be surprised by death.

Ah! Será que os seres humanos não entendem nada de seus próximos, veem os outros de forma completamente equivocada? E que, mesmo assim, sem se dar conta disso, elegem por toda a vida alguns como melhores amigos, e quando estes morrem, discursam aos prantos no seu funeral?

Dünyan?n her yerinde hepimiz için yer vard?r ve nerede insanlar varsa, orada cenaze törenleri vard?r.

This who wish to go on living can always manage to survive whatever obstacles there may be. That is splendid of them, and I dare say that what people call the glory of mankind is comprised of just such a thing. But I am convinced that dying is not a sin.

My teacher said once that every man faces seven enemies in his lifetime. Sickness, hunger, betrayal, envy, greed, old age, and then death...

In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.

A vida é um sopro.

I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.