Quotes About Mortal

We are trapped by time, but also infinite. Made of flesh, but also stars.

To escape the Hedge, a changeling either needs to find an active (not necessarily open) gateway, or suitable door, archway, mirror, or what have you to make into a gateway. Finding either from the Hedge is easy enough as long as the changeling can still see the mortal world through said gateway. If a changeling so much as turns her back on the mortal world, though, perspective is lost, and gateways simply become part of the landscape, while mortal-world features disappear entirely.

For what wears out the life of mortal men? 'Tis that from change to change their being rolls: 'Tis that repeated shocks, again, again, Exhaust the energy of the strongest souls, And numb the elastic powers. Till having us'd our nerves with bliss and teen, And tir'd upon a thousand schemes our wit, To the just-pausing Genius we remit Our worn out life, and are -- what we have been. - The Scholar Gipsy

Patience is a complot of the Devil to immobilize the men! Mortal men should be impatient and impetuous; patience is only for the immortals!

It was the only way he knew to protect the court, the faery, and the only mortal who'd ever mattered to him.

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

I ask to become a faery because I love a faery queen, and because she deserves to have someone who loves her for who she is, not what she is. She needs me. There are people-good people-I love and I'm a liability to them because I'm a mortal. I'm fragile. I'm finine. I am in this world. People I care about, the woman I love, friends in all three of the courts... This is where I belong. I just need you to give me what it takes to stay with them and be strong enough not to fail them.

The time for equivocation has passed. You can stop this at any point by telling me we will rule the court apart from a distance, but until you do so"-he let liquid sunlight drip onto her skin-"I'm playing for keeps. I'm not a mortal, Aislinn. I'm the Summer King, and I'm done pretending to be anything other than that." He leaned down and said, "We could be amazing together." Then he was gone.

You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.

There are three classes of souls: First, those who are in mortal sin, who are attracted by sensuality and live in this way. Second, those who live in grace and experience peace, interior consolations and desires to be good. Third, those who feel no interior consolation, but experience the impulses of grace and follow them and resist nature. This is the best state because we live in humility.

Politics had seemed to become, even well before the age of Trump, a mortal affair. It was now zero-sum: When one side profited, another lost. One side's victory was another's death. The old notion that politics was a trader's game, an understanding that somebody else had something you wanted—a vote, goodwill, old-fashioned patronage—and that in the end the only issue was cost, had gone out of fashion. Now it was a battle between good and evil.

The originality of God is unknown, as is trying to find the origin of a man by using our mortal minds to solve our own problems.

The great drama will end, not with "saved souls" being snatched up into heaven, away from the wicked earth and the mortal bodies which have dragged them down into sin, but with the New Jerusalem coming down from heaven to earth, so that "the dwelling of God is with humans" (Revelation 21:3).

God's intention is not to let death have its way with us. If the promised final future is simply that immortal souls leave behind their mortal bodies, then death still rules—since that is a description not of the defeat of death but simply of death itself, seen from one angle.

If this is death, Guild Hunter,he thought to his mortal as angelfire scored through his bones and touched his heart, then I will see you on the other side.

For a hunter, her shields were surprisingly weak, as if she somehow still saw innocence in the world. Then she will kill you. She will make you mortal. Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him?

It wasn't only his city that was healing, Raphael thought, his eyes catching the refracted light that betrayed Aodhan's presence in the sky; his people were, too. And it had all begun with a single, vulnerable mortal who did not accept that to be an archangel was to be always right.

Su inmortal tenía un corazón mortal.

Mortal born. Mortal fall. Mortal heart. Ambrosia's sweet kiss. Wings of dawn. Wings of night. This will be. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed it out and felt immediately better. "Right, Ellie, pack it away until your archangel gets home. Your focus is fixing this mess of Harrison's.

Si esto es la muerte, cazadora - le dijo a su mortal mientras el fuego de ángel se abría camino desde sus huesos hasta su corazón - te veré al otro lado.

Wybór, — mówimy sobie, — mamy wybór. Tak gÅ'upi potrafiÄ… by? tylko Å›miertelnicy. To tylko loteria — zabawa losu. —Adina Mercant, poeta (ur. 1832, zm. 1901)

There are certain mortal moments and minutes that matter. Certain hingepoints in the history of each human. Some seconds are so decisive they shrink the soul, while others are spent, so as to stretch the soul.

In the hysterical technocracy of modern music, sorrow is sent to the back of the class where it sits, pissing its pants in mortal terror.

I would not engage the wombat In any form of mortal combat.