Quotes About Mortality

If there are more dead than living, then the world is about death, and the question is: What are we to do with all the death? Who is going to remember all the dead?

I think it is about life. I think there is always more life than death. Those who lived are always alive for someone. Those who are alive remember life, not death. And when you are dead nothing happens. Death is nothing.

Death comes and takes you away and there is nothing you can do.

Man's desires are greater than the earth. The end of his desires only ends with his end.

Oh, Dios mío!, ¿qué harán esos infelices cuando yo ya no esté aquí?» Pero alzó los ojos al cielo, y se acusó de haber carecido de confianza, de haberse creído necesario para algo.

Come il fiore già rigoglioso sullo stelo cade insieme col fiorellino ancora in boccio, al passar della falce che pareggia tutte l'erbe del prato.

come il fiore già rigoglioso sullo stelo cade insieme col fiorellino ancora in boccia, al passar della falce che pareggia tutte l'erbe del prato

He aspired to a higher post, once it became vacant, and feared that time was running out. If he got what he wanted, you can be sure that his age would no longer matter to him. He would want nothing more, and he would die happy, as everyone assures us they will the moment they attain something they have wanted badly.

Yet weirdly, even as our societies have become more medicalized, our experience of death has turned more remote. Death itself is more horrifying and unthinkable than ever. Serious technologists now truly believe they will be able to cheat the reaper for all eternity by uploading their consciousnesses into the ether.

Worldwide, it is almost certain that more people over the age of 100 than under 30 have died of SARS-COV-2. Many more children die of influenza than coronavirus; in the 2019-20 flu season, the Centers for Disease Control received about 180 reports of pediatric flu deaths. It has received 19 reports of coronavirus deaths in children under 15 so far.

I am living my death, little by little, each day.

He was part of an old story, a story that spanned many centuries and many cultures. He was Loki chained in the Netherworld, Prometheus on the rock. He was a God and these men were mortals. They could hurt him, but they had not killed him yet. Perhaps they could not kill him. He was an idea and was, therefore, immortal.

He was part of an old story, a story that spanned many centuries and many cultures. He was Loki chained in the Netherworld, Prometheus on the rock. He was a god and these men were mortals. They could hurt him, but they had not killed him yet. Perhaps they could not kill him. He was more than a man. He was an idea and was, therefore, immortal.

Nothing lives forever even the president

A wise man once said, don't die, it's not as fun as it seems

The mirror's light sparks in the eyes, And horrified, my lids drawn tight, I step back to that realm of night Where not a single exit lies... (Untitled: "I pass away this life of mine...")

And the gods did not kill for hubris-for hubris, they let you live long enough to learn.

Write fiction about your life and pay with your life, at least three times. Here is the ax.

What would you read to someone who was dying?" Annie Dillard had asked our class. She wanted this to be the standard for our work. There, at the memorial service for my friend, I thought of another: Dying, what stories would you tell?

Death is but a passage. It is not a house, it is only a vestibule. The grave has a door on its inner side.

Rough sleepers have a life expectancy of forty-two years. They are thirty-five times more likely to commit suicide than the rest of the population. In

Even if we die at 100, we're still dying young. I want at least 700 years. There's a lot of travelling and books to read and movies to see. I'm not going to squeeze it all in in 85 years.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,A hero perish or a sparrow fall,Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?