Quotes About Immortality

I am the family face: Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace, Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion

Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place... many men say that there is written upon his tomb this verse: Hic jacet Arthurus, Rex quondam, Rexque futurus. Here lies Arthur, King that was, King that will be.

Greatness! Extraordinariness! Conquest of the world and immortality of the name! What good was all the happiness of people eternally unknown compared with this goal?

But then he came across a long chapter that he read from the first word to the last, with his lips tightly closed, his eyebrows pursed, concentrating—his face registering a total, almost deathlike look of earnest concentration—oblivious to every trace of life stirring around him. This chapter was entitled: "Concerning Death and Its Relation to the Indestructibility of Our Essential Nature." He

one's nationality should come to have a meaning in the light of eternity.

As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.

Abstract people have an immortality which flesh-and-blood people have yet to achieve.

Everything we sell will probably outlast us, isn't that an odd thought? It was here before we were born and will be here long after we're gone.

There was something naïve, sweetly arrogant about the doctor's assumption that everyone wanted to live forever.

Insomnia is the wish to be immortal, granted by an ass.

Three daughters would lie with their mothers for eternity.

You meant it, didn't you?'' He was silent for a moment, no doubt reading my thoughts. ''Yes, I meant it. You are life to me, May.'' ''But you told me you were born in the seventeen hundreds. How could you live for three hundred years without me?'' He examined my face for a moment before leaning forward, his kiss so sweet it made me want to melt. ''Before you, I merely existed. Now I will truly begin to live

Sonsuza dek yaÅŸamak, hiç yaÅŸlanmamak; ödül mü, yoksa ceza m??

Religiously the Empire was pluralistic and marked by a search for a faith which would be satisfying intellectually and ethically and would give assurance of immortality.

Oh! that "eternal shore," When Death shall be no more! How widely differing from this mortal state, Where we but draw our earliest breath To yield it up again in death, Obedient to the unchanging laws of fate!

The path of cosmic spirituality is the great quest to evolve an immortal soul that is rich in quality and broad in extent because of our life experiences. But the journey also contributes at each step to the evolution of all other selves and souls, here and throughout the universe, and into an endless future.

What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.

I will have nothing to do with your immortality; we are miserable enough in this life, without the absurdity of speculating upon another.

The day is coming; double your breath, triple your rancorous goodness and scorn fear, connections and affectation, for you, as one can observe in your crotch, the evil one being aie! immortal, have dreamed tonight that you were living on nothing and dying from everything...

That Hölderlin's poem should pass from Asia to Patmos and thence to the Christian mystery may seem like a superficial association of ideas, but actually it is a highly significant train of thought: it is the entry into death and the land beyond, seen as the self-sacrifice of the hero for the attainment of immortality. At this time, when the sun has set and life seems extinguished, man awaits in secret expectancy the renewal of all life:

If the libido is not permitted to follow the progressive life, which is willing to accept all dangers and all losses, then it follows the other road, sinking into its own depths, working down into the old foreboding regarding the immortality of all life, to the longing for rebirth.

acudamos a lo eterno...

Walls and stones may fall in the wind when it blows like a Thracian torrent, but a god stands forever

Isn't what being young is about? Believing secretly that you would be the one person in the history of man who would live forever.