Quotes About Immortality

From famous artists to building contractors, we all want to leave our signature. Our lasting effect. Your life after death. We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.

Grace says, We all die. She says, The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

The moment the world declares a person to be immortal, at that moment the person will strive to prove the world wrong

We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.

You realize it's not wooden stakes that kill vampires. It's all the emotional baggage and letdowns they have to carry around for century after century.

Where I'm at is a big Episcopal church in downtown Newark, New Jersey, sitting in the dark while I try to rescue the doomed bits and pieces of life, in the hope that a mere story can become Noah's Ark and deliver all the living things of the past to a bright and glorious immortality?

What she's learned is what she always learns. Plato was right. We're all of us immortal. We couldn't die if we wanted to. Every day of her life, every minute of her life, if she could just remember that.

The first step to eternal life is You have to die!!

His name is Robert Paulson and he is forty-eight years old. His name is Robert Paulson, and Robert Paulson will be forty-eight years old, forever.

It's weird how the name outlives the person, the signifier outlasts the signified, the symbol the symbolized.

What she's learned is what she always learns. Plate was right. We're all of us immortal. We couldn't die if we wanted to. Every day of her life, every minute of her life, if she could just remember that.

The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

the first step to eternal live is you have to die.

I write as if to save somebody's life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.

Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.

Who can call a man dead whose words still hush and whose sentiments move?

To be able to fly ? To be smoke , or a wolf ;to know the night , and live in it forever ? That's not so bad . You call us monsters . But when you dream it's of flying , and changing , and living without death .

Who can call a man dead whose words still hush us and whose sentiments move?

For there is a general desire to be endlessly remembered and endlessly repeatable.

her fire whose flame never dies

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.

I live; I die; the sea comes over me; it's the blue that lasts.