90 quotes found
“I knew that the Name was still with him, animating his soul, even as his body failed.”
“Ignorance of mortality is a comfort.”
“The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that's born for death. That is the source of all men's fears...”
“The things that frighten us most are those that remind us of our fragile existence”
“Every nation ends and every empire. Every baby born was going to die, given enough time. If being fated for destruction were enough to take the joy out of things, wed slaughter children fresh from ...”
“Death like style is the removal of rubbish.”
“Here, Mortimer Wheeler thought, is power. And a reminder of our mortality.”
“Samuel Johnson placed this on his watch as a reminder near the end of his life; "The night cometh.”
“The young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal. He knows it indeed, and, if need were, he could preach a homily on the fragility of life; but he brings it not home to himself,...”
“Over the years, I have developed a visceral reaction to families and victims expressing surprise at tragedy. Why are we surprised? Why do we forget we are mortal? Bad, bad things happen everywhere,...”
“Be Mindful of Death" (Memento Mori)”
“Maybe I'll have a tumour like his someday. At first it will be a small but growing sphere that will branch out, growing larger in my stomach like a fetus. I will probably feel it when it starts to ...”
“I write this in the moonlight, straining my ears to hear beyond the cold mechanical clock to the warm biological noises of the night, but my being is attuned only to one thing, the relentless rhyth...”
“Death defeats us in the end. But our children are our revenge against it.”
“But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.”
“There are some fights none of us can win.”
“Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire.”
“Maybe the conference was an inversion layer of another kind, bringing me face-to-face with old friends and old places. With cancer and the Gap and the Old Man, railing about newfangled players and ...”
“He put his ear to his own chest and listened to the heart. How could the pulse go on, beat after beat, for all of life? No machine could run that long without a stumble. Ask not if the beating cran...”
“The end is never worth the beginning.”
