Quotes About Immortality

But I shall transmit their names far down the ages. These names alone will remain in the future, divested of their objects. Who, it will be asked, were Bulkaen, Harcamone, Divers, who was Pilorge, who was Guy? And their names will inspire awe, as we are awed by the light from a star that has been dead a thousand years. Have I told all there was to tell of this adventure? If I take leave of this book, I take leave of what can be related. The rest is ineffable. I say no more and walk barefoot.

Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

[H]e ran, he stopped—he dipped his glowing face into the cloud of blossoming bushes, and would fain lose himself in the humming world between the leaves; he pressed the scratched face into the deep, cooling grass, and hung delirious on the breast of the immortal mother of Spring.

I came up with a pen and tablet hoping to write an immortal short story, but I've been having a dreadful time with my heroine— I CAN'T make her behave as I want her to behave; so I've abandoned her for the moment, and am writing to you.

Despite everything, he likes being alive. Lydia doesn't know whether that's true for herself. For mothers, the question is immaterial anyway. Her survival is a matter of instinct rather than desire.

What is your greatest ambition in life?' 'To become immortal... and then die.

To be immortal and then die.

I know I'll die someday, but I buy books like an immortal.

Do you want to embrace eternal life, or do you want to be like those whiny vampires?

La promesa de la inmortalidad basta para poner en pie una religión.

Even in darkness it is possible to create light and encourage compassion. That it is possible to feel free inside a prison. That even in exile, friendship exists and can become an anchor. That one instant before dying, man is still immortal.

Henry Ford believed the soul of a person is located in their last breath and so captured the last breath of his best friend Thomas Edison in a test tube and kept it evermore. It is on display at the Henry Ford Museum outside Detroit, like Galileo's finger in the church of Santa Croce, but Edison's last breath is an invisible relic.

Die and you'll be popular.

Death closes all: but something ere the end,Some work of noble note, may yet be done,Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.

For men may come and men may go,But I go on forever.

Go by, go by, with all your din, Your dust, your greed, your guile, Your pomp, your gold; you cannot win From her one smile.... Outlawed? Then hills and glens and streams Are outlawed, too. Proud world, from our immortal dreams, We banish you.

Here was the stillness of eternity.

For till thunder in the trumoet be, Soul may divide from body but not we One from another

From too much love of living From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things diurnal; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night.

Snakes in the ancient world, because of their skin-shedding ability, often symbolized immortality or eternal youth.

I'm alive and dead now, at the same time, speaking in your poems.

I create death, and time.

But I've always been a poet, that's all, no sex or race, no age or face. Can Eternity strip me of it? That's only another word. I'm inside myself, and inside it.

I expect to hear voices forever, even after I'm dead.