Quotes About Mortals

Purple is the hue worn by a baby witch or warlock. Pink and blue are for mortals.

Ah, said a voice from close by. Some fellow mortals . . . What a relief! I thought I was doomed to wander about the forest for the rest of my days. I have very little sense of direction, I'm afraid.

My little beast, my eyes, my favorite stolen egg. Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.

It conjured up an image of fate, not blind at all but equipped with sentient 20/20 vision and intent on grinding helpless mortals between the great millstones of the universe to make some unknown bread.

Mortals make elaborate plans, but GOD has the last word.

Because Odin was a sick, vindictive fuck and it had always amazed Hel that so few mortals remembered that about the Allfather.

While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love.

To Love is to be God. Never will a Lover's chest feel any sorrow. Never will a Lover's robe be touched by mortals. Never will a Lover's body be found buried in the earth. To Love is to be God.

That was the message. For me, alone among mortals, the gods send their messenger to tell me to stop whining. That'll teach me to go hide in a temple.

A romance with Christ differs so dramatically from a romance between mortals.

Supremacy among mortals is always oppositional to God, but among people who carry the name of Christ, it is blasphemous.

Study the scriptures and study the mortals who have been most consistently accurate about the most important things. When your freedom and your eternal welfare are at stake, your information best be accurate.

It is not seemly for mortals to judge the works of the gods, for all of them are holy and gratifying.

Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the truth. Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.

If you stand in a wheat field at this time of year, a few weeks from harvest, it's not hard to imagine you're looking at something out of mythology: all this golden sunlight brought down to earth, captured in kernels of gold, and rendered fit for mortals to eat. But of course this is no myth at all, just the plain miraculous fact.

At the end was someone's garden plot. Leaving his disciples outside the wall, He said, "My soul is sorrowful unto death, Tarry here and watch with me." He renounced without a struggle, As things merely borrowed for a time, His miracle-working and omnipotence, And was now like mortals, like us all.

Thank you, Duke," the troll said seriously. "May your god be blessing us indeed. We go into unknown places." "As do all mortals," Josua added. "Sooner or later.

Their lust to win the love of mortals away from God knows no bounds.

The leaf that spreads in the sunlight is the only holiness there is. I haven't found holiness in the faiths of mortals, nor in their music, nor in their dreams: it's out in the open field, with the green rows looking at the sky. I don't know what it is, this holiness: but it's there, and it looks at the sky.

Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask.

Yea, foolish mortals, Noah's flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers.

Men are mere mortals but their quest for knowledge leads them to the brink of immortality."Excerpt from novel You Can't Escape Love by Grace Willows

My name is MONICA—better known to you mere mortals as SAINT Monica. Yeah, dass right, SAINT—as in "better not don't get up in my grill 'cuz I'll mess your shit up, 'cuz I'm a Saint and I got mad saintly connects," okay?