Quotes About Immortality

History proves that most writers get forgotten anyway. That's very likely to happen to my books, and if I'm extremely lucky, maybe one of my books will survive.

The reason one writes poems is so that your poem will be remembered.

When you can't die, she thought, everything sounds like a clock ticking.

I never talk about the end game. He winked at her. I've lived so long without death that I've stopped believing in it.

He was rewarded with a promotion to immortality, there forever to caper with other immortal companions who sounded, frankly, a bit out of control.

The artist must manage to make posterity believe that he never existed.

even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall.

Analízate bien: ¿has tenido algún sentimiento que haya desaparecido? No, todo permanece, ¿verdad?, todo. Las momias que tenemos en el corazón nunca se vuelven polvo y, cuando asomamos la cabeza por el tragaluz, las vemos abajo, inmóviles, mirándonos con sus ojos abiertos.

As long as I can remember I have been carelessly casting myself uninvited into novels where no self-respecting novelist would have me. This literary gate-crashing of mine must be a sign of a wretched thirsting after immortality.

Immortality is the condition of a dead man who doesn't believe he is dead.

That is not dead, which can eternaly lie, and with strange eons, even death may die.

I am, indeed, an absolute materialist so far as actual belief goes; with not a shred of credence in any form of supernaturalism—religion, spiritualism, transcendentalism, metempsychosis, or immortality.

Non è morto ciò che può vivere in eterno, E in strani eoni anche la morte può morire.

Que no está muerto lo que yace eternamente  y con el paso de los evos, aun la muerte puede morir»

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die." Only

Ever new seemed this deathless city of vision, for here time has no power to tarnish or destroy.

porque quien se distancia de la compañía de los vivos invariablemente frecuenta la compañía de cosas que no tienen vida...

There are many great authors of the past who have survived centuries of oblivion and neglect, but it is still an open question whether they will be able to survive an entertaining version of what they have to say.

This is mortality: to move along a rectilinear line in a universe where everything, if it moves at all, moves in a cyclical order. The task and potential greatness of mortals lie in their ability to produce things—works and deeds and words19—which would deserve to be and, at least to a degree, are at home in everlastingness, so that through them mortals could find their place in a cosmos where everything is immortal except themselves.

The task and potential greatness of mortals lie in their ability to produce things works and deeds and words which would deserve to be and, at least to a degree, are at home in everlastingness, so that through them mortals could find their place in a cosmos where everything is immortal except themselves.

We have no immortal souls; we have no future life; we are just like the green sea-weed, which, once cut down, can never revive again! Men, on the other hand, have a soul which lives for ever, lives after the body has become dust; it rises through the clear air, up to the shining stars!

We have not immortal souls, we shall never live again; but, like the green sea-weed, when once it has been cut off, we can never flourish more. Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars. As we rise out of the water, and behold all the land of the earth, so do they rise to unknown and glorious regions which we shall never see.

Now he is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes hang, and in whose hand I should like to lay my life's happiness. I will dare everything to win him and an immortal soul.

Crois-tu que la flamme de l'âme puisse périr dans les flammes du bucher?