Quotes About Immortality

Do we still have to floss? Tommy asked. I mean, what's the point of being immortal if we have to floss?

What you seek, you shall never find. For when the Gods made man, They kept immortality for themselves. Fill your belly. Day and night make merry, Let Days be full of joy. Love the child that holds your hand. Let your wife delight in your embrace. For these alone are the concerns of man. —The Epic of Gilgamesh

Fame or infamy, either one is preferable to being forgotten when you have passed from this realm.

If a dragon has already transferred their consciousness to their heart of hearts, then they will die a true death.

Power, wealth and immortality--they don't bring happiness. You will never know what the word means.

I am a vampire, I say softly. And you have pissed me off.

I am a vampire. Blood does not bother me.

Chi non legge, a 70 anni avrà vissuto una sola vita: la propria. Chi legge avrà vissuto 5000 anni: c'era quando Caino uccise Abele, quando Renzo sposò Lucia, quando Leopardi ammirava l'infinito… perché la lettura è una immortalità all'indietro.

El autor debería morirse después de haber escrito su obra. Para allanarle el camino al texto.

there is a constant in the average American imagination and taste, for which the past must be preserved and celebrated in full-scale authentic copy, a philosophy of immortality as duplication. It dominates the relation with the self, with the past, not infrequently with the present, always with History, and, even, with the European tradition.

Chi non legge, a 70 anni avrà vissuto una sola vita. Chi legge avrà vissuto 5000 anni. A lettura è una immortalità all'indietro.

Wer nicht liest, wird mit 70 Jahren nur ein einziges Leben gelebt haben: Sein eigenes. Wer liest, wird 5000 Jahre gelebt haben: Er war dabei, als Kain Abel tötete, als Renzo Lucia heiratete, als Leopardi die Unendlichkeit bewunderte. Denn Lesen ist eine Unsterblichkeit nach hinten." – Der Name der Rose (S. 124 bis 130) von Umberto Eco

We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death. That's why we like all the things that we assume have no limits and, therefore, no end. It's a way of escaping thoughts about death. We like lists because we don't want to die.

Chi legge avrà vissuto 5000 anni. Perché la letteratura è un'immortalità all'indietro

Cartea este o asigurare de viata, un mic avans de nemurire.

Yazar, yazd?ktan sonra ölmelidir. Metnin gidiÅŸini bozmamak için.

Ksi??ka to ubezpieczenie na ?ycie, male?ka antycypacja nie?miertelno?ci.

In the construction of Immortal Fame you need first of all a cosmic shamelessness.

We make lists because we don't want to die

How utterly death separated the lover from the things he loved! Here by the cabin door he kicked the snow away, and sitting where she had fallen, he played a few of the melodies he had played during those few immortal weeks when they were man and wife.

They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.

Movies make you immortal and ageless.

It's better to burn out than to fade away.

it's better to burn out than fade away