Quotes About Mortality

Beneath the feet of Christ was a skull embellished with the words memento mori. "It means 'Remember we are mortal,' " said Gregory, "but poetry is not." I just nodded. (p. 155)

It occurs to me that the young look beautiful as they sleep and the old, such as myself, look dead.

Herkes ölür," demi?ti yava? yava? güçlerini kaybeden ellerine bakarak. "Fakat ben bunun böyle olaca??n? önceden tahmin edememi?tim i?te. Ama sorun de?il. Hayat?m? istedi?im gibi ya?ad?m.

Remember we are mortal but poetry is not.

I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.

Subjects were given vitamin E, beta-carotene, both, or neither. The results were clear: those taking vitamins and supplements were more likely to die from lung cancer or heart disease than those who didn't take them—the opposite of what researchers had anticipated.

At the start of the AIDS epidemic, American boys with hemophilia lived as long as those without the disease. By the end of the 1980s, among the ten thousand American males with severe hemophilia, nine thousand were infected with HIV. By 1994, more than 25 percent of the American hemophiliac population had died from AIDS. Most were children and adolescents.

On October 10, 2011, researchers from the University of Minnesota found that women who took supplemental multivitamins died at rates higher than those who didn't. Two days later, researchers from the Cleveland Clinic found that men who took vitamin E had an increased risk of prostate cancer.

Mom points at the gravesites all around us. "We all die, Lucy. Me. You. Everybody. But you know what we do first?" I shake my head. "We pretend that it's not going to happen. We make believe that we're never going to die. do you know what that's called?" "Lying?" I say. "Living, Lucy. It's called living...

Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.

Stories without endings can do nothing but go on forever, and to be caught in one means that you must die before your part in it is played out.

The only person I knew how to be with now was myself - but I wasn´t really anyone, and I wasn´t really alive. I was just someone who pretended to be alive, a dead mean who spent his days translating a dead man´s book.

One day there is life . . . and then, suddenly, it happens there is death

When a man walks into a room and you shake hands with him, you do not feel that you are shaking hands with him. Death changes that. This is the body of X, not this is X. The syntax is entirely different. Now we are talking about two things instead of one, implying that the man continues to exist, but only as an idea, a cluster of images and memories in the minds of the other people. As for the body, it is no more than flesh and bones, a heap of pure matter.

He learned how to look at himself from a distance, to see himself first of all as a man among other men, then as a collection of random particles of matter, and finally as a single speck of dust—and the farther he traveled from his point of origin, she said, the closer he came to achieving greatness.

One must die lovable (if one can). You are moved by this sentence, especially by the words in parentheses, which demonstrate a rare sensitivity of spirit, you feel, a hard-won understanding of how difficult it is to be lovable, especially for someone who is old, who is sinking into decrepitude and must be cared for by others. If one can. There is probably no greater human achievement than to be lovable at the end,

Aus den fernsten Weiten des Weltraums betrachtet, ist die Erde nicht größer als ein Staubkorn. Bedenke das, wenn du das nächste Mal das Wort "Menschheit" schreibst.

The Adlers were diminishing. They had begun to look like one of those families in which no one got to be very old.

Time makes us grow old, but it also gives us the day and the night...Lying is a bad thing. It makes you sorry you were ever born. And not to have been born is a curse. You are condemned to live outside time. And when you live outside time, there is no day and night. You don't get a chance to die.

La vida nos arrastra de muchas maneras que no podemos controlar y casi nada permanece con nosotros. Muere cuando nosotros morimos, y la muerte es algo que nos sucede todos los días.

Ya?amlar?m?z bizi al?p denetleyemeyece?imiz biçimde sürükler ve hemen hemen her ?ey de?i?ir. Biz ölünce her ?ey de ölür, ölüm her gün ya?ad???m?z bir ?eydir.

who seeks solitude seeks silence; who does not speak is alone; is alone, even unto death

murió de neumonía, o lo que es lo mismo, murió de viejo: una muerte envidiable, a tu juicio, una vida vivida hasta bien entrada la novena década y luego, en lugar de la electrocución por un rayo, la oportunidad de asimilar el hecho de que te vas de este mundo, la ocasión de reflexionar durante un tiempo, para luego quedarse dormido y entrar flotando en el reino de la nada.