Quotes About Immortality

Every person on the planet-including Grace, Lorraine, Victor and Sarah- will instantly stop aging. And one person with start.

And love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on—in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.

He was invested in something else: giving himself away. At some point, during his dying, it became his immortality. Giving is living.

proving heaven is always and forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

Unlike any man before him, Dor was being allowed to exist without getting older, to not use a single breath of the numbered breaths of his life. But inside, Dor was broken. Not aging is not the same as living, and without human contact, his soul dried up.

Servant of God: In this cave, you will not age a moment. Dor: I deserve no such gift. Servant of God: It is not a gift.

Do you not want to rule the world, Nicator Seleucus? Do you not want your name whispered from Athens to the banks of the Indus? Hear the bards singing your fame for posterity and the cities minting your coins? The armies carrying your banners and the warriors piercing the clouds with your name? Do you not want all of that, Seleucus?

And then will come the day when the last person who remembers me will die.

Presents are delivered from the sky, in every package a prize, a chance, to choke, to suffocate, to forget, yes to forget every last word ever spoken of man higher in the scale than animal creation, the gorilla and the tiger being mere beasts while man has shrines, altars, lights, books awarding him personal immortality, books not yet banned nor burned.

A thing of beauty is a boy forever.

So long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

We exist as long as somebody remembers us.

He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

Normal people bring children into the world; we novelists bring books. We are condemned to put our whole lives into them, even though they hardly ever thank us for it. We are condemned to die in their pages and sometimes even to let our books be the ones who, in the end, will take our lives.

La gente normal trae hijos al mundo; los novelistas traemos libros. Estamos condenados a dejarnos la vida en ellos aunque casi nunca lo agradezcan. Estamos condenados a morir en sus páginas y a veces hasta dispuestos a dejar que sean ellos quienes acaben por quitarnos la vida.

Tell our stories to the world, and never forget that we exist so long as someone remembers us.

He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive

And never forget that we exist so long as someone remembers us

Nous restons vivants tant que quelqu'un se souvient de nous

This, and the hope every maker of tales carries within: that readers will open their hearts to these little creatures made of ink and paper, and give them a part of themselves so they can be immortal, even if only for a few minutes.

En las manos equivocadas, éste podría ser un instrumento para el mal." Edmond lo examinó fascinado e intrigado. "Es una gota de sangre del último dragón," murmuró el emperador. "El secreto de la inmortalidad.