Quotes About Mortality

I should have kissed more than your hand...thought I'd have more time," he whispered between liquid, panting breaths. "...too late now." I looked into his eyes and completely forgot the rest of the world. In that moment, all I knew was that I was holding Stark in my arms, and I was going to lose him very, very soon.

El valor, qué es eso? Acaso tenerle más miedo al ridículo que a la muerte.

Again Master Padma said: Tsogyal, I have told this to everyone, but nobody listens. As soon as the Mara of Death catches hold of you, there is no chance for liberation. Those who do not practice the Dharma will regret this when approaching death. The years, months and days pass by without lingering even a second. This life runs out without pausing for even an hour or a minute, and then we die. The seasons continue, but your life finishes and doesn't wait.

We are all dying, and because of us, so is the earth. That's the most terrible, the most painful in my entire repertoire of self-torturing thoughts. But it isn't dead yet and neither are we. Are we going to drop the earth off at the vet, say goodbye at the door, and leave her to die in the hands of strangers? We can decide, even now, not to turn our backs on her in her illness. We can still decide not to let her die alone.

We are all dying, and because of us, so is the earth. That's the most terrible, the most painful in my entire repertoire of self-torturing thoughts.

So easily she broke her word. The fire did not cower down nor the wind rise; her heart beat on quietly. Maybe it was more like a disease than an injury: the seed was sown but not yet sprouted. Perjury, shapeshifting: which was more mortal?

Perhaps he was recalling the German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer, who wrote in the nineteenth century: "When we are ascending the hill of life, death is not visible: it lies down at the bottom of the other side. But once we have crossed the top of the hill, death comes in view—death, which, until then, was known to us only by hearsay.")

We're at—or approaching—our lifetime peak in earnings, but Botox now seems like a reasonable idea. We're reaching the height of our careers, but we can now see how they will probably end.

love might be forever but life was not.

According to the historian Arrian who reported the encounter, the ascetics beat their feet on the ground as Alexander passed them. When asked about the gesture, they said that Alexander occupied, despite his conquests, no more ground than that covered by the soles of his two feet. Like everyone else, he, too, was mortal, 'except that you are ambitious and reckless, traversing such a vast span of land, so remote from your home, enduring troubles and inflicting them upon others'.4

And youth, though they see every day the cradle and grave shaped so alike, never believe death will happen to them. I told you it was a comedy.

Wherefore all these things are but the names which mortals have given, believing them to be true

Meet it is that thou shouldst learn all things, as well the unshaken heart of persuasive truth, as the opinions of mortals in which is no true belief at all. Yet none the less shalt thou learn of these things also, since thou must judge approvedly of the things that seem to men as thou goest through all things in thy journey.

Nothing human has ever mattered to this world. Nothing human has ever excited the interest of rivers or flowers. Everything fades away in the specks of this blurred haze that the fire of the sun has added to the heat of the light.

Il y a un âge où on ne rencontre plus la vie mais le temps. On cesse de voir la vie vivre. On voit le temps qui est en train de dévorer la vie toute crue. Alors le cœur se serre. On se tient à des morceaux de bois pour voir encore un peu le spectacle qui saigne d'un bout à l'autre du monde et pour ne pas y tomber.

Épicure a écrit : Chacun sort de la vie comme s'il était à peine né.

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

The only certainty life contains is death.

Zack shook his head. "I am glad you aren't mine. You're going to be dead before you're forty." "No," rumbled my husband's soft deep voice from the hallway. "I'm going to be dead before she's forty.

Death is not to be feared. Death is easy. It is living that is brutal.

Death is part of life," he told her. "Without the one, it is hard to have the other.

Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else.

Humans, in her experience, were weak and fragile things prone to dying and breeding with about the same frequency.

All things die, Mercy. Some just takes longer than others. (Charles)