It's the end of the world every day, for someone.

Life doesn’t stop. And every single second, we’re getting closer to death.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

All who are born are always dying.

يوم آخر من الانتظار، ويوم ينقص من الأمل. يوم آخر من الصمت، ويوم أقل من الحياة. الموت يمضي طليقًا في الممرات ومهمتي مشاغلته حتى لا يجد الطريق إلى بابك.

Algo comienza para terminar; la aventura no admite añadiduras; sólo cobra sentido con su muerte. Hacia esta muerte, que acaso sea también la mía, me veo arrastrado irreversiblemente. Cada instante aparece para traer los siguientes. Me aferro a cada instante con toda el alma; sé que es único, irreemplazable, y, sin embargo, no movería un dedo para impedir su aniquilación.

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

Es la muerte del demonio, buen Tomás. Al demonio hay que darle muerte cada día, dondequiera que se encuentre. Si un día fallamos, nuestras horas estarán llegando a su fin.

Love death therefore, and long eagerly for it. Die Daily.

The road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end? The barriers sink one by one, and no covering of the eyes shuts out the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.

Life is short and we're all going to die very soon

Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.