Quotes About Mortality

Deberías de sentir lástima por él, hijo. Mañana nos iremos, pero él tendrá que convivir consigo mismo hasta el día de su muerte.

It's a horrible thing to have your body fail you. You never think about it when you're young.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle Then to dwindle day by day. Knowing their bright souls are tinder And the wind will have its way.

When do you bleed a patient?" The question brought me up short. "When I want him to die?" I asked dubiously.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle Then to dwindle day by day. Knowing their bright souls are tinder And the wind will have its way. Would I could my own fire lend. What does your flickering portend?

Que extraño ver la luz que alumbra a los mortales apagarse día a día, saber que sus brillantes almas son yesca y que el viento encontrará su propia guía. Ojalá pudiera prestarles mi fuego. ¿que presagia tu parpadeo?

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

Si estad leyendo esto, seguramente estoy muerto

Con la edad se deterioran muchas cosas. Las manos y la espalda cobran rigidez. La visión empeora. La piel se vuelve áspera y la belleza se apaga.

Tombs is for feckless tits who can't chew their own food,

En otoño todo está cansado y más dispuesto a morir.

To ash all things return, so too this flesh will burn.

I leave it to Pater Leoden to distribute the remainder of my worldly goods among the parish, as, being an immoral soul, I will have no further need of them." "You mean, immortal, don't you?" Chronicler asked uncertainly.

la muerte. El último recurso. Después de morir, nada puede hacernos daño, o eso nos han enseñado.

En los meses de primavera todo está demasiado lleno de vida. En verano, está demasiado fuerte y no hay manera de soltarlo. El otoño... El otoño es el momento idóneo. En otoño todo está cansado y más dispuesto a morir.

Its a horrible thing to have your body failure, you never think about it when you are young

Als Schubert so alt war wie ich, da war er schon drei Jahre tot.

Bak?n ama öyle s?k görülen bir ÅŸey ki. Ä°yi olan ne varsa ölüyor, çünkü zaman?n ak??? iyinin kar??s?nda. Ve bu ak?? önüne ne ç?karsa ezip geçiyor.

E poi? Che cosa avrebbe fatto poi? Non lo sapeva. Forse avrebbe ripreso la sua solita vita, forse si sarebbe sposato, forse avrebbe generato un figlio, forse non avrebbe fatto nulla, forse sarebbe morto. Gli era del tutto indifferente. Pensarci gli sembrava assurdo come pensare a quello che avrebbe fatto dopo la propria morte: naturalmente nulla. Nulla che già fin d'ora potesse sapere.

Whenever the lion fish in the fish tank in the captain's ready room died it was always a sad moment.

Sex slaves can rarely defend themselves, and the dead are even worse off in this instance than the living. The

Vuestra vida se aleja como el sol poniente, la muerte se acerca como las sombras de la noche.

He wasn't supposed to die,' he cried out, somewhat desperately, petulantly, like a spoiled child. But I could hear other thoughts racing between us. Neither are you. Neither am I.

I have smoothed the hem of the robe of Parsifal. Watched Giotto's sheep wander from a fresco. Prayed before holy icons unveiled, surviving time. Held shavings swept from the hut of Geppetto. Unzipped a body bag and beheld the face of my brother. Witnessed the acolyte scatter petals over a dying poet. I saw the smoke of incense form the shape of my days. I saw my love return to God. I saw things as they are.