Quotes About Mortality

Vital spark of heav'nly flame!Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame:Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

But thousands die, without or this or that,Die, and endow a college, or a cat.

Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride!They had no poet, and they died.

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.

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

Errare è umano, perdonare divino.

Çdo krijesë që thahet, ushqim bëhet për të tjerë, Jeta dhuron frymën, që vdekja e merr Si shkumë deti prej materies sajuar, Lindin, copëtohen e kthehen në valë, me detin për tu përqafuar.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Your death and my death are mainly of importance to ourselves. The black plumes will be stripped off our hearses within the hour; tears will dry, hurt hearts close again, our graves grow level with the church-yard, and although we are away, the world wags on. It does not miss us; and those who are near us, when the first strangeness of vacancy wears off, will not miss us much either.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient

Everything breaks down to its final mortal parts. Time swallows the world.

Life is so fragile that any parting can be eternal. We can never be sure that we will still have an opportunity to ask for forgiveness and be forgiven.

You always think there will be more time and then suddenly there isn't. You know how it is. You have to leave before the rains come, or it's too late.

Of the Gymnasium class of 1939, half had died. Not one was yet 18.

Death is really a great blessing for humanity, without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young, but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.

Elle aurait aimé, si l'orgueil Pareil à la lampe inutile Qu'on allume près d'un cercueil, N'eût veillé sur son coeur stérile. Elle est morte, et n'a point vécu. Elle faisait semblant de vivre. De ses mains est tombé le livre, Dans lequel elle n'a rien lu.

D'ailleurs la mort est toujours là ; n'est-elle pas partout sous les pieds de l'homme, qui la rencontre à chaque pas dans cette vie ? L'eau, le feu, la terre, tout la lui offre sans cesse ; il la voit partout dès qu'il la cherche, il la porte à son côté.

Hast thou found out, Voltaire, that it is bliss to die, And does thy hideous smile over thy bleached bones fly?

Mais quel bien fait le bruit, et qu'importe la gloire ? Est-on plus ou moins mort quand on est embaumé ? Qu'importe un écolier, sachant trois mots d'histoire, Qui tire son bonnet devant une écritoire, Ou salue en passant un marbre inanimé ? Être admiré n'est rien ; l'affaire est d'être aimé.

You always think that 70 is the end of the road: 'Somebody died when they were 73; good life'. You're closer to death, and you better make sure you don't waste too much of your time doing things you don't want to do. No point in saying things you don't believe in.

The thought that all experience will be lost at the moment of my death makes me feel pain and fear... What a waste, decades spent building up experience, only to throw it all away... We remedy this sadness by working. For example, by writing, painting, or building cities.