Quotes About Immortality

I'd like to do something that means more, something that will outlast me the way these buildings have outlasted the men who built them." "I hadn't thought of it that way before," said Willon slowly. "But immortality . . . I think that's a basic instinct rather than the product of pride.

they understand what I am and do not die

Unlike human fights -- or even werewolf fights -- vampire fights could take a long time. Not breathing, not needing a beating heart meant that a vampire was dangerous long after a werewolf would be unconscious. It takes a great deal of damage to make a vampire lose consciousness.

David Eagleman once wrote that everyone dies twice – first when we stop breathing, and second when your name is mentioned for the last time.

Death is not the end.

Because an idea lives on after the death of the person.

There's no end. There's no end to this world, everlasting. We crumble to dust in its arms.

The three boys, one dark, one light, and one—for lack of a better word—fiery, do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right.

I leave it to Pater Leoden to distribute the remainder of my worldly goods among the parish, as, being an immoral soul, I will have no further need of them." "You mean, immortal, don't you?" Chronicler asked uncertainly.

they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die.

do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right.

When it came to arrogance, misanthropy, immortality, or, more succinctly, wickedness but because of his gifts and his sole ambition were restricted to the domain that leaves no traces in history: to the fleeting realm of scent

Wisp had shared with us during his membership drive that there were over 4,800 volumes in that room alone, and he had read every one of them. Another advantage to being immortal was the chance to really catch up on your reading.

I refuse to believe that Hendrix had the last possessed hand, that Joplin had the last drunken throat, that Morrison had the last enlightened mind.

Remember we are mortal but poetry is not.

Without him, we are nothing, but the paradox is that we, the figments of another mind, will outlive the mind that made us, for once we are thrown into the world, we continue to exist forever, and our stories go on being told, even after we are dead.

I would resurrect that person in words, and once the pages had been printed and the story had been bound between covers, they would have something to hold on to for the rest of their lives. Not only that, but something that would outlive them, that would outlive us all. One should never underestimate the power of books.

the closest man can come to the feeling of eternity is by living in the present

The Persian belief in the advent of a saviour who will make mankind immortal seems to reappear in an intenser form in the days of John the Baptist

Blessed is he who has found enlightenment. He conquers, although he may be wounded; he is glorious and happy, although he may suffer; he is strong, although he may break down under the burden of his work; he is immortal, although he may die. The essence of his being is purity and goodness. 14

Was that it? (for my grave stone)

Nothing truly real is forgotten eternally, because everything real comes from eternity and goes to eternity.

have to be certain of the truth. The whole truth . . . the real truth . . . about eternal life.

Llorad de gozo, pues ella se ha hecho dueña del Horizonte! Había una nota triunfal en su cántico, y también un pesar más profundo que el que podían experimentar los demás. Cuando los otros respondieron: «¡Vive; ella vive para siempre!», Hatshepsut rompió a llorar. Sintió entonces que el inmenso puño de su