Quotes About Immortality

Time is the dressing room for eternity.

I was sorry to have my name mentioned as one of the great authors, because they have a sad habit of dying off. Chaucer is dead, Spenser is dead, so is Milton, so is Shakespeare, and I'm not feeling so well myself.

You have all eternity to be cautious in when you're dead.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

The past not merely is not fugitive, it remains present.

Let him who believes in immortality enjoy his happiness in silence without giving himself airs about it.

World without end.

Caesar had perished from the world of men Had not his sword been rescued by his pen.

A novel must be exceptionally good to live as long as the average cat.

Whom the gods love, die young, no matter how long they live.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more - the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men.

O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again...

When I was young I used to think the only certain thing about life was that I should one day die. Now I think the only certain thing about life is that there is no such thing as death.

As a robot I could have lived forever. But I tell you all today I would rather die a man, than live for all eternity as a machine.

What a wealth we are granted, in the books that carry the best in us through time.

Great men die twice, once when they leave this world and a second time when their life work disappears.

Ne treba mene žaliti. Jer svi mi umiremo samo jednom, a veliki ljudi po dva puta; jednom kad ih nestane sa zemlje, a drugi put kad propadne njihova zadužbina.

A most je i dalje stajao, onakav kakav je oduvek bio, sa svojom ve?itom mladoš?u savršene zamisli i dobrih i velikih ljudskih dela koja ne znaju šta je starenje ni promena i koja, bar tako izgleda, ne dele sudbinu prolaznih stvari ovoga sveta.

Bana hiç ac?may?n… Biz, s?radan insanlar, yaln?z bir sefer ölürüz. Ama büyük adamlar iki sefer ölürler. Birinci sefer bu dünyay? b?rak?p göçtükleri, ikinci sefer de b?rakt?klar? eserler, y?k?l?p kayboldu?u zaman.

There is no need to feel sorry for me. For all of us die only once, whereas great men die twice, once when they leave this world and a second time when their lifework disappears.

Poets generally write as if they were dead. –

Like everyone else, I am going to die. But the words - the words live on for as long as there are readers to see them, audiences to hear them. It is immortality by proxy. It is not really a bad deal, all things considered.

Monsters never die.

O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. —Alfred, Lord Tennyson