Quotes About Mortal

We mortals can be fools, especially when mortal emotions rule over cool reason.

Necessity, like electricity, Is in ourselves and all things, and no more Without us than within us; and we live, We of this mortal mixture, in the same law As the pure colorless intelligence Which dwells in Heaven, and the dead Hadean shades.

The air is full of souls those who are nearest to earth descending to be tied to mortal bodies return to other bodies, desiring to live in them.

The house felt more like a body—softer, more mortal and organic—than like a building

love is nothing but a desire and an enjoyment,it is mortal.

One more spin around the sun... Ain't nuthin' changed. Still got trouble on my mind. Still got suckas that need to get dealt with... Still in mortal combat with the wicked....

Custom is the lord of everything, of mortals and immortals king. High violence it justifies, with hand uplifted plundering.

Deus est mortali iuvare mortalem.

The soul in its nature loves God and longs to be at one with Him in the noble love of a daughter for a noble father; but coming to human birth and lured by the courtships of this sphere, she takes up with another love, a mortal, leaves her father and falls.

Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.

Reason is immortal, all else mortal.

Oh, why was living so painful, and why were we given these moments of health, if only to realise how burdened with pain we were the rest of the time? Why was it so difficult to live day after day with people and still remember that you were distinct from them and that this was your one mortal life?

The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They're Caesar's praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, `Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal.

On his next return to this world, Duncan Cobb, oldest son, faithless cousin, cautious lover, and pal of killers, awoke infused with the lucidity born of no escape, and a mortal dose of honesty.

Everybody in this life has their challenges and difficulties. That is part of our mortal test. . . . Peace comes through hope.

Where the finite player plays for immortality, the infinite player plays as a mortal. In infinite play one chooses to be mortal inasmuch as one always plays dramatically, that is, toward the open, toward the horizon, toward surprise, where nothing can be scripted. It is a kind of play that requires complete vulnerability. To the degree that one is protected against the future, one has established a boundary and no longer plays with but against others.

Before the Divine can take over, the mortal self—the dust of us, the part that decays—must be made clean as possible." "How is that?" "Through symbolic acts, most of them fairly universal in the Greek world. Water poured over the head, baths, fasting

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?

and what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own than to lose control completely; to throw off the chains of being for an instant; to shatter the accident of our mortal selves.

You'll see all other mortal sinners, the ones who flout the honor owed to gods or guests, or loving parents--you'll see them get the justice they deserve. For Hades holds men mightily to a strict accounting down below the earth; he sees all things, inscribes them within the book of his remembering.

And all the country echoeth with the moan, And poureth many a tear For that magnific power Of ancient days far-seen that thou didst share With those of one blood sprung; And all the mortal men who hold the plain Of holy Asia as their land of sojourn, They grieve in sympathy For thy woes lamentable.

The flesh is but a sack of goo, a feast for worms to delve into. Remember, mortal, as you strive, that you, ambitious goo, must also die.

Hey, you have a soft spot for the mortal ones. A fascination with all the charming things they do while listening to the tick, tick, tick of their own looming lives. That's fine, that's good, everyone needs a hobby.

A girl can dream, can realize, high on heroines, that she is mortal and therefore fearless; that sanity supplies the ground bass to the wildest singing; that breezes made visible make the finest winds.