Quotes About Immortality

The only way we live beyond our lives is to connect and carve ourselves into the souls of those we love.

It's a slightly humbling thought that the genes you carry are immensely ancient and possibly—so far anyway—eternal. You will die and fade away, but your genes will go on and on so long as you and your descendants continue to produce offspring.

It's a slightly humbling thought that the genes you carry are immensely ancient and possibly—so far anyway—eternal. You will die and fade away, but your genes will go on and on so long as you and your descendants continue to produce offspring. And it is surely astounding to reflect that not once in the three billion years since life began has your personal line of descent been broken.

While he lived, entire worlds weren't enough to contain him. Now six good feet of earth are sufficient.

The immortality of the soul is a matter which is of so great consequence to us, and which touches us so profoundly, that we must have lost all feeling to be indifferent as to knowing what it is.

The charm of fame is so great, that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

Laughter is eternity if joy is real.

Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.

Who does more for a nation--the one who makes a fuss about it or the one who, without thinking of it, raises it to universality by the beauty of his actions, and gives it fame and immortality?

It's good when a man deceives your expectations, when he doesn't correspond to the preconceived notion of him. To belong to a type is the end of a man, his condemnation. If he doesn't fall into any category, if he's not representative, half of what's demanded of him is there. He's free of himself, he has achieved a grain of immortality.

Man in other people is man's soul. That is what you are, that is what your conscience breathed, relished, was nourished by all your life. Your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what then? You have been in others and you will remain in others. And what difference does it make to you that later it will be called memory? It will be you, having entered into the composition of the future.

They had the boastful, dead eternity of bronze monuments and marble columns.

Quando um homem pertence a um tipo determinado é porque está morto, condenado. E se ele não pertence a nenhuma das categorias catalogadas, se não é representativo de nenhuma, então tem já metade das qualidades que dele deveremos exigir: libertou-se de si mesmo, detém uma parcela da imortalidade.

And now listen carefully. You in others—this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life—your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you—the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.

Tell your story. That's the secret of immortality. The one true way to live forever.

The point is, as death gets closer - what's so wrong with wanting someone you love to live forever?

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!

Can you tell me why, when other spiders die small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he could drink the oil of all the church lamps?

Just think what will be his joy when he, too, is destroyed in his worser part that his better part may have spiritual immortality.

anemones, if unmolested by predators or stricken with disease, can theoretically live almost forever; scientists note that they do not appear to show signs of aging.

I BELIEVE in the Other Side and the eternity of the soul.

They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind-Tuscarora

When you die, you will be spoken of as those in the sky, like the stars.—Yurok