Quotes About Immortality

[History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.

If you were to destroy the belief in immortality in mankind, not only love but every living force on which the continuation of all life in the world depended, would dry up at once.

In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue.

He is the vampire that had the greatest love of all times. And lost the greatest love of all times.

Earth may embitter, not remove, The love divinely given; And e'en that mortal grief shall prove The immortality of love, And lead us nearer heaven.

Through Love and through Beauty, we achieve immortality.

When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go Though it be but an hour ago, And lovers' hours be full eternity.

Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.

I believe That angels breathe And that love will live on and never leave

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.

Love wishes to perpetuate itself. Love wishes for immortality.

I'm gonna live forever, or die trying.

Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consolation for death.

A vampire's thirst can only be quenched by the blood of their loved ones.

Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.

All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.

Love is the only possession which we can carry with us beyond the grave.

He comes from the grave, his body a home of worms and filth. No life in his eyes, no warmth of his skin, no beating of his breast. His soul, as empty and dark as the night sky. He laughs at the blade, spits at the arrow, for they will not harm his flesh. For eternity, he will walk the earth, smelling the sweet blood of the living, feasting upon the bones of the damned. Beware, for he is the living dead. —OBSCURE HINDU TEXT, CIRCA 1000 B.C.E.

If you should decide during your old age that you would like to live another five hundred years, come here and drink ten pounds of this sap," they told me. "But don't do it now. You're too young to decide to live forever.

I don't know how much longer I'll be around. I'll probably be writing when the Lord says, 'Maya, Maya Angelou, it's time.

Will I be less dead because I wrote this poem or you more because you read it long years hence.