Quotes About Immortality

If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.

A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.

Oh, minha alma não aspira à vida imortal, mas esgota o campo do possível.

Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may.N.B. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. See also Napoleon Bonaparte.

I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be; and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised.

Today we bury his remains in the earth as a seed of immortality. Our hearts are full of sadness, yet at the same time (full) of joyful hope and profound gratitude.

Poul is gone, now, more's the pity — he was a neighbor of mine out here in California, and a friend for more than forty years — but his books live on, and I'm happy to see his lovely High Crusade coming into a new incarnation now. —Robert Silverberg, April 2010

Better a life like a falling star, brief and bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.

Happier are all men than the beings of faerie – or the gods, for that matter,' he said. 'Better a life like a falling star, brief and bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.

Orang boleh pandai setinggi langit, tapi selama ia tidak menulis, ia akan hilang di dalam masyarakat dan dari sejarah. Menulis adalah bekerja untuk keabadian.

Tahu kau mengapa aku sayangi kau lebih dari siapa pun? Karena kau menulis. Suaramu takkan padam ditelan angin, akan abadi, sampai jauh, jauh di kemudian hari. (Mama, 84)

Kartini pernah mengatakan : mengarang adalah bekerja untuk keabadian.

babak sinthesis sedang di ambang pintu. Yang jelas, semua yang telah terjadi akan abadi dalam ingatan bangsa ini dan umat manusia sepanjang abad, tak peduli orang suka atau tidak. Para pengarang akan menghidupkannya lebih jelas dalam karya-karyanya. Para pembunuh dan terbunuh akan menjadi abadi di dalamnya daripada sebagai pelaku sejarah saja. Topeng dan jubah suci akan berserakan.

Karena kau menulis. Suaramu takkan padam ditelan angin, akan abadi, sampai jauh, jauh di kemudian hari.

And remember that tenderness is one of the wonderful art of immortality.

I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia

Souls never die, but always on quitting one abode pass to another. All things change, nothing perishes. The soul passes hither and thither, occupying now this body, now that . . . As a wax is stamped with certain figures, then melted, then stamped anew with others, yet it is always the same wax. So, the Soul being always the same, yet wears at different times different forms.

What would you yourself do to remain forever young? What would you confess to the great and silent god that watches in the dark?

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you.

Poems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Cuando mi voz calle con la muerte, mi corazón te seguirá hablando".

When Death comes and whispers to me, "Your days are ended," let me say to him, "I have lived in love and not in mere time." He will ask, "Will your songs remain?" I shall say, "I know not, but this I know, that often when I sang I found my eternity.