A Quote by Vampire Lestat on unknown, mortality, questioning, and answers

Very few things really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds - justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

Vampire Lestat

Source: Interview With a Vampire

Contributed by: Kurt & Niki

A Quote by Bill Clinton on biography, mortality, and challenge

My father left me with the feeling that I had to live for two people, and that if I did it well enough, somehow I could make up for the life he should have had. And his memory infused me, at a younger age than most, with a sense of my own mortality. The knowledge that I, too, could die young drove me both to try to drain the most out of every moment of life and to get on with the next big challenge. Even when I wasn't sure where I was going, I was always in a hurry.

Bill Clinton

Source: My Life, Pages: A Chapter from My Life

Contributed by: ~C4Chaos

A Quote by Michael Jackson, 1940 on dath, cheating death, memoirs, autobiography, memory, hannah arendt, mortality, natality, injustice, and suffering

I spent a lot of time mulling over what S. B. had told me about his thirteen months in solitary confinement, surrounded by death, and the "wild thinking" that drew him back to his beginnings. It seemed to me that this urge to retrace one's steps nto the past arises neither from nostalgia nor from a need to tell one's story to the world. It is a way of cheating death. An instinct for life in the face of oblivion. For to recollect the innocence of childhood o the viogr of youth in a moment of peril is to retrieve a sense of leife's infinite possiblitiy, ot conjure a period in our life when the wold seemed ours for the taking, and we thought we would never die. It is, in essence, to recapture a sense of our capacity to act and initiate someothing new, for, as Hannah Arendt notes, action is synonymous with our capacity to bring new life into the wold. Mortality is thus conuntermandded by natality, ai ti si this unquenchable desire for renewal, this refusal to go gently into that good night, that explains why we go back, tumbling through the darkness, in search of the light that flooded and filled our first conscious years. The days of wine and roses. When our livesstretched before us liek a field of dreams. But if our imagniation springs to our rescue in such dark times, holding out the promise of rebirth, how do we fare when we are released from darkness, and are returned to our everyday lives? How do we address the injustices we have endured, the life we have wasted, the pain we have so needlessly suffered?

This question was much on my mind the day I wen to see Fina Kamara in the Murraytown Amputee Camp.

Michael Jackson

Source: In Sierra Leone, Pages: 64-65

Contributed by: jess

A Quote by Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill on babies, learning, mortality, parliament, politics, proof, statistics, and wishes

I gather, young man, that you wish to be a Member of Parliament. The first lesson that you must learn is, when I call for statistics about the rate of infant mortality, what I want is proof that fewer babies died when I was Prime Minister than when anyone else was Prime Minister. That is a political statistic.

Winston Churchill (1874 - 1965)

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by William Wordsworth on defeat, hope, mortality, suffering, and tears

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Laodamia.

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by William Wordsworth on mortality

The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11.

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by William Wordsworth on departure and mortality

But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Dion.

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by William Wordsworth on earth, heaven, loneliness, mortality, and power

Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg.

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by William Wordsworth on guilt, mortality, and nature

Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by William Shakespeare on action, conscience, country, cowardice, death, delay, dreams, fortune, heart, laws, life, love, merit, mind, mortality, patience, questions, resolution, respect, sleep, suffering, thought, time, trouble, and wishes

To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die: to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips an scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Source: Hamlet, Act 3, scene 1.

Contributed by: Zaady

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