Quotes About Immortality

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.

But the grudges of Gods are as deathless as their flesh...

I did not walk as a mortal walks, but as a god, and the miles fell away beneath my feet.

But gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips.

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. All my life I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal's voice, let me have the rest. I lift the brimming bowl to my lips and drink.

An oath by the River Styx would hold even Zeus himself.

Least of the lesser goddesses, our powers were so modest they could scarcely ensure our eternities

No matter how vivid they were in life, no matter how brilliant, no matter the wonders they made, they came to dust and smoke. Meanwhile every petty and useless god would go on sucking down the bright air until the stars went dark.

The fame she had described was what all mortals yearn for. It is their only hope of immortality

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

The sons of Troy are known for their skill in battle, and their deaths will lift your name to the stars. If you miss it, you will miss your chance at immortality.

I thought, This is what Achilles will feel like when he is old. And then I remembered: he will never be old.

ACHILLES, it reads. And beside it, PATROCLUS.

coloro che erano morti avrebbero continuato a vivere almeno nel ricordo

THE GREATER THE MONUMENT, the greater the man. The stone the Greeks quarry for his grave is huge and white, stretching up to the sky. ACHILLES, it reads. It will stand for him, and speak to all who pass: he lived and died, and lives again in memory.

Il bagliore roseo delle sue labbra, il verde febbricitante dei suoi occhi. Il suo viso non aveva nemmeno una ruga, nemmeno un'increspatura, un accenno di grigio: era fresco e prefetto. Lui era primavera, dorato e splendente. La Morte invidiosa avrebbe bevuto il suo sangue, e sarebbe diventata giovane di nuovo.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?" "Perhaps," Achilles admitted.

He was spring, golden and bright. Envious Death would drink his blood, and grow young again.

They could not do much themselves. Except live, forever.

El destello rosado de su labio, el verde febril de sus ojos, su rostro desprovisto de arrugas… Nada en él decaía ni se marchitaba. Él era áureo, deslumbrante, era la primavera. La envidiosa muerte se bebería su sangre y sería joven de nuevo.

Lassù le costellazioni ruotano e tramontano. La mia natura divina sfolgora in me come gli ultimi raggi di sole prima di tuffarsi nel mare. Un tempo pensavo che gli dèi fossero opposti alla morte, ma adesso vedo che sono più morti che altro, poiché sono immutabili, e non possono trattenere nulla nelle mani. Per tutta la vita mi sono sempre spinta avanti, e adesso eccomi qui.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth, when another is gone. Do you think?

i thought, this is what achilles will feel like when he's old. and then i remembered: he will never be old

Envious death would drink his blood and grow young again