Quotes About Immortality

All men think all men mortal but themselves.

The sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time.

Now he [Lincoln] belongs to the ages.

Truth and reality of true love prove when it departs from its beloved arms for immortal life.

When do you think people die? When they're shot through the heart with a pistol? ...No. When they have an uncurable disease? ...No. When they drink soup made from a poisonous mushroom? No! When they are forgotten! Even if I die, my dream will come true. The hearts of the people will be cured..!

One dies only if he's not anymore in the hearts and minds of those who know him. - Monkey D. Luffy

When does a man die? When he is hit by a bullet? No! When he suffers a disease? No! When he ate a soup made out of a poisonous mushroom? No! A man dies when he is forgotten!

I write because I would like to be used for years after my death.

Love that is physical, death will destroy. But love that is spiritual, death can never destroy.

The world is wide, wide, wide, and I am young, young, young, and we're all going to live forever!

Libraries are forever.

May you live forever, and may I never die.

Perhaps nature is our best assurance of immortality.

Para escribir hay que desear que algo te sobreviva.

Para escrever é preciso desejar que alguma coisa sobreviva a ti

Será possível que os pais nunca morram, que fiquem a incubar dentro de cada filho,inevitavelmente?

Every day, a piece of music, a short story, or a poem dies because its existence is no longer justified in our time. And things that were once considered immortal have become mortal again, no one knows them anymore. Even though they deserve to survive.

Man, as long as he lives, is immortal. One minute before his death he shall be immortal. But one minute later, God wins.

The thing with the Rolexes is amazing, amazing, Ivan wrote. Light, he said, seemed to sweep, but quantum theory said it ticked. Waves were the combination of sweeping and ticking. Could true sweeping ever happen on this Earth of ours? Maybe one could do sweeping math, og sweeping sex. Sweeping was beautiful, but powerless. Energy came from ticking - the capacity for rapid change. Immortality was sweeping. Lives coming and going, generations, years, minutes, seconds: all are on the fake Rolex.

To regard ones immortality as an exchange of matter is as strange as predicting the future of a violin case once the expensive violin it held has broken and lost its worth.

Death is terrible, but still more terrible is the feeling that you might live for ever and never die.

One asks him what his ambition is. He replies, "To become immortal and then to die.

Our current obsession with creativity is the result of our continued striving for immortality in an era when most people no longer believe in an afterlife.

It is a great paradox and a great injustice that writers write because we fear death and want to leave something indestructible in our wake and, at the same time, are drawn to all the things that kill: whiskey and cigarettes, unprotected sex, and deep-fried burritos.