Quotes About Immortality

Live forever.

Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death hath no dominion over them; they live, and their influence lives forever.

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

Ja seda tahan ma teile ütelda: meid, eestlasi, on niivõrd vähe, et iga eestlase siht - või vähemalt iga Wikmani poisi siht peab olema surematus!

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. Thomas Campbell

But on paper, things can live forever. On paper, a butterfly never dies.

God is growing bitter, He envies man his mortality.

There is no such thing as death. There is only life, life, and life alone - moving from one dimension to another.

è necessario vivere più a lungo di chi potrebbe dire qualcosa sul nostro conto, per non lasciargli l'ultima parola (76).

Only the rocks live forever, Gray Wolf said.

Immortality is here and now, and is not a speculative something beyond the grave. It is a lucid state of consciousness in which the sensations of the body, the varying and unrestful states of mind, and the circumstances and events of life are seen to be of a fleeting and therefore of an illusory character.

Love of my life. Love. Of. My. Life. A retrospectively absurd concept since the most I can say is that he was the love of a particular period of my life, and that it is the random vagaries of life itself, and never love, that define time limits. Meaning, to be in love and wish for its immortality is energy unwisely spent. The idea that we have any choice in the matter is the great illusion.

I am an infidel today. I do not believe what has been served to me to believe. I am a doubter, a questioner, a skeptic. When it can be proved to me that there is immortality, that there is resurrection beyond the gates of death, then will I believe. Until then, no.

That night I couldn't sleep at all. Mozart had shown me immortal light, and I now felt as though I were under direct orders from Mozart. He expressed his sadness not only with the minor scale but with the major scale as well.

As personagens são como vampiros, cravam os caninos na nossa jugular e quando amanhece, voltam aos seus sepulcros até que anoiteça de novo. O fim do livro seria a pedra que ponho sobre esses visitantes. Definitivamente? Não. Um dia, de repente, com outro nome e outras feições e em outro tempo volta mascarada a mesma personagem, elas gostam da vida. Como nós.

Before Christ brought life and immortality to light, death was the slayer of man's hopes. It left love alive, but love without hope is poignant sorrow.

It is true that even to the heathen death did not end all. They believed in something after death, but they knew not what--a vague, shadowy, unsatisfactory immortality.

Never say you are too old. You do not say it now, perhaps; but by and by, when the hair grows gray and the eyes grow dim and the young despair comes to curse the old age, you will say, "It is too late for me." Never too late! Never too old! How old are you--thirty, fifty, eighty? What is that in immortality? We are but children.

The only secret people keep is 'Immortality', Dickinson once said. Immortality is the mystery at the core of her story.

You know what I wish? I wish I could put time in a bottle and throw it into the ocean. Then I would have forever to spend with you. I wouldn't need air to breathe or food to eat. Holding you in my arms would be all the food I would need. Having your love would be the only air I would need to breathe.

I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms. The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.