Quotes about immortality

We spend our lives in the attempt to capture memory forever to capture moments to capture Time itself.

The termination final chapter of endless road.

You can’t find God through astronomy you can’t find immortality through biology. The Kingdom of Heaven can’t be attained through philosophy. There is only one way that leads to these things and that way is through the spirit.

Immortality is a chancy thing it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.

Mortal minds are always unsettled by eternal things they want to catch the infinite and nail it down to something finite. Impossible!

Eternity is the mentality for immortality. Make your mark leave a positive legacy!

That which endures forever it is released from nebulous name-giving.

This is the gift and the sorrow of the Athanate to see your loves pass before you like the days of summer while your heart still beats. To keep your vigil in the shadows and rise again with every sun.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

Since we have had a history, men have pursued an ideal of immortality.

The first requisite for immortality is death.

If there were no immortality there would be no need for temples. There would be no need for eternal marriage if there were no eternity.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

Are you ready to be rejoined for all time with your fellow gods? Oh yes, she explained, For not only was he a god, but so were all mortals gods in disguise, divorced from their divine lineage, their true identities, shrouded from their earthly selves. That is what she now revealed to him; He had been one of the rare humans who had not forgotten the connection with his divine self, and had lived like a god his mortal life.

If it had only been for the immortality gene, humanity would have eventually managed to turn it back on. At one point in history, they would have embarked on a quest to become immortals, like the gods. But they couldn’t and the whole of humanity still can’t and won’t.

Immortality: A toy which people cry for, And on their knees apply for, Dispute, contend and lie for, And if allowed Would be right proud Eternally to die for.

If you want to be immortal, don't ever think about retirement.

Immortality can be soon achieved by using technology.The real issue is, "are humans compatible with eternity?

Need for immortality should be added on top of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.

Writing. Is it a way to be remembered,or a need to become immortal?

People change spouses more often than they clean out closets. And every time they say, 'This is the one. This is the person I'm going to spend eternity with.' Then forty or fifty years go by and you're just sick of each other, utterly sick, and it's on to the next 'true love.' My question is what good is eternity if you are eternally falling in and out of love?

Perhaps her only legacy would be that she had known something immortal, and while eternity may still belong to God alone, not all things were enslaved by time.

A hero lives forever for the ones who carry on.

Been thinking of my grandfather, whose wayward brilliance skipped my father’s generation. Once, he showed me an aquatint of a certain Siamese temple. Don’t recall its name, but ever since a disciple of the Buddha preached on the spot centuries ago, every bandit king, tyrant, and monarch of that kingdom has enhanced it with marble towers, scented arboretums, gold-leafed domes, lavished murals on its vaulted ceilings, set emeralds into the eyes of its statuettes. When the temple finally equals its

Jack gazed down at the black surface of the sea. He felt and affinity with the ocean, as if it were a kindred spirit. The knowledge that every drop of water had always been a drop of water, practically since the stars were formed. Water was infinite and immortal.

Normally, the mortal would be emptied of his soul. His truest essence, which, if the bastard was lucky, would be released to be recycled by the cosmos. The ‘investor’ would then take hold, snuggling in tightly to his host body. At first it's kind of like when you purchase a new pair of shoes. How the hard leather around the opening digs into the flesh it surrounds. Then, after a short period of breaking them in, it begins to only feel uncomfortable when you move a certain way. Soon enough though

Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants.

There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care.

I love you, Esmeralda,” he said.“I love you, too,” she whispered back, and he couldn’t help smiling. At least he would die with those words in his ears.

Ever since Plato most philosophers have considered it part of their business to produce ‘proofs’ of immortality and the existence of God. They have found fault with the proofs of their predecessors — Saint Thomas rejected Saint Anselm's proofs, and Kant rejected Descartes' — but they have supplied new ones of their own. In order to make their proofs seem valid, they have had to falsify logic, to make mathematics mystical, and to pretend that deepseated prejudices were heaven-sent intuitions.

The more I see of the ‘hounoured, famed, and great,’ the more I see of the littleness, the unsatisfactoriness of all created good; and that no earthly pleasure can fill up the wants of the immortal principle within.

I’d begun to think of the Immortality Bus as the Entropy Bus, and of ourselves as trundling across Texas in a great mobile metaphor for the inevitable decline of all things, the disintegration of all systems over time.

I know exactly what I would do with immortality: I would read every book in the library.

I think it's reasonable to suppose that one could oscillate between being biologically 20 and biologically 25 indefinitely.

Books are the immortality of the race, the father and mother of most that is worth while cherishing in our hearts. To spread good books about, to sow them on fertile minds, to propagate understanding and a carefulness of life and beauty, isn't that high enough mission for a man?

All unrest is but the struggle of the soul to reassure herself of her inborn immortality.

It's amazing that a man who is dead can talk to people through these pages. As long as this books survives, his ideas live.

My music will go on forever. Maybe it's a fool say that, but when me know facts me can say facts. My music will go on forever.

There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,' my mother explained shortly before she left me. 'If you can remember me, I will be with you always.

The day will comeWhen my body no longer existsBut in the lines of this poemI will never let you be aloneThe day will comeWhen my voice is no longer heardBut within the words of this poemI will continue to watch over youThe day will comeWhen my dreams are no longer knownBut in the spaces found in the letters of this poemI will never tired of looking for you

We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.

The love of every single one of my lives.

You cannot have the right to do what is wrong!

Ellie, would you frolic in the land of forever with me?

‎And when this intoxication has worn away... when every desire is fulfilled and every language learned- when there are no more distant cities to explore; no classics to be studied; not another coin to be stuffed in to one's coffers- what then? One can have all the comforts of the world, but what use are they if there is no comfort in them?

After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

A drop of water is not immortal; it can be resolved into oxygen and hydrogen. If, therefore, a drop of water were to maintain that it had a quality of aqueousness which would survive its dissolution we should be inclined to be skeptical. In like manner we know that the brain is not immortal...

I envied these women I saw before me, their beauty still intact. Life has its revenge of life. Untimely death is the secret of eternal youth.

What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

I mean, if 10 years from now, when you are doing something quick and dirty, you suddenly visualize that I am looking over your shoulders and say to yourself "Dijkstra would not have liked this", well, that would be enough immortality for me.

Time is not your enemy, forever is.

Immortality is the condition of a dead man who doesn’t believe he is dead.

It's while it's being lived that life is immortal, while it's still alive. Immortality is not a matter of more or less time, its not really a question of immortality but of something else that remains unknown. It's as untrue to say it's without beginning or end as to say it begins and ends with the life of the spirit, since it partakes both of the spirit and of the pursuit of the void.

Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; toage in soul and see our beloved die and pass to lands whither we maynot hope to follow; to wait while drop by drop the curse of the longcenturies falls upon our imperishable being, like water slow drippingon a diamond that it cannot wear, till they be born anew forgetful ofus, and again sink from our helpless arms into the void unknowable.

Even that. What is the point in living forever, if it is not with the woman I love?

The only thing wrong with immortality is that it tends to go on forever.

All who live possess eternal life, and few would trade it for an immortal body, if they truly understood what it is to be alive.

I keep saying that I had everything, but all I had was endless tomorrows.

Forget the fountain of youth, pal of mine. You can live to be a thousand, and it won't matter. Mediocrities like you deserve immortality.

You do not need God and Death as precursors to immortality. You need Life as a great fire, setting you and everything around you into a blaze.

The only true immortality lies in one's chi

Immortality goes through dead before all.

They can only kill us once.

I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.

Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.

Who needs immortal strength when you've got weapons of mass destruction?

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Why do you want to do this?" he asked curiously. "Why is this woman so important to you?"Saint-Germain blinked in surprise. "Have you ever loved anyone?" he asked."Yes," Tamnuz said cautiously, "I had a consort once, Inanna...""But did you love her? Truly love her?"The Green Man remained silent."Did she mean more to you than life itself?" Saint-Germain persisted."They do not love that do not show their love," Shakespeare murmured very softly.The French immortal stepped closer to the Elder. "I lo

How many of the ragged workingmen who pass him in the street are secret authors of works that will outlast them: roads, walls, pylons? Immortality of a kind, a limited immortality, is not so hard to achieve after all. Why then does he persist in inscribing marks on paper, in the faint hope that people not yet born will take the trouble to decipher them?

A book is the only immortality.

When you can't die, she thought, everything sounds like a clock ticking.

Something tells me that immortality is monstrous.

I jumped between them holding my hands up in front of me to stop the onslaught. We would all sit down and figure this out as rational adults. We’d been adults for a century at least, and it should not be a problem. It appeared to be a problem.

I’m an immortal. But I don’t want to be one anymore. Or rather, I don’t want to be an immortal stuck in a mortal world anymore. There is something greater out there for me, but in order to get it I need someone to put an end to my life in this world.

Every living is immortal in guise of mortal body.

The past can't now be altered, the future has yet to be lived, and consciously to experience every moment of the present is the only way to gain at least the illusion of immortality.

Immortality entails not invincibility.

He retrieved the words from somewhere long forgotten. They floated through the foggy recesses of his mind, plucked from the dark and released into the air like a dove.

I think there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry now that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there's still time.

The efficacy of TA-65 is incremental. It does seem to stop telomere shortening and minutely lengthen telomeres, but not in the profound way that future drugs will. One natural compound that may prove more powerful and more affordable may be available by the time this book is published. You can find updates on it (not allowed to give a link) Still, TA-65 us currently being used by the authors of this book, and Dr. Woynarowski is one of the physicians who is licensed to distribute it.

Believe me, there’s nothing worse than being both immortal and intelligent. Imagine the boredom! Plus you start to ask questions, and the worst thing about questions is that sometimes, they have answers.

Your real name is a mortal name. Now you need one that is immortal, the one that takes the high stage and plays above the rest. You can't be immortal and mortal at the same time.

I don’t need immortality. The fear of death keeps a girl sharp.

We who live forever can know no courage, nor do we love enough to give our lives.

If you want to live forever you are dreadfully dangerous because you're not living now.

If you’ve ever studied mortal age cartoons, you’ll remember this one. A coyote was always plotting the demise of a smirking long-necked bird. The coyote never succeeded; instead, his plans always backfired. He would blow up, or get shot, or splat from a ridiculous height.And it was funny.Because no matter how deadly his failure, he was always back in the next scene, as if there were a revival center just beyond the edge of the animation cell.I’ve seen human foibles that have resulted in temporar

Outside the rain finally began to fall, surging in fits and starts. “I love the way it rains here,” he told her. “It reminds me that some forces of nature can never be entirely subdued. They are eternal, which is a far better thing to be than immortal.

If you're in your 20s now, by the time you're 75, you'll be able to live 'til you're 150. By the time you're 150 you'll be able to live 'til you're 300. See you at your 1000th birthday party!

Some might claim that like the secret of flying is missing the ground, the secret to immortality is simply not dying.

The only way anyone can hope to live after death is if he leaves something that posterity can remember him for.

Immortals must always give humans one thing! Either fear and terror! Or beauty!!

Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities.

Immortality doesn't last nearly as long as you think. Even our souls die in the end.

Isn't it ironic that being immortal would reveal the fool's errand of immortality?

Moments… there are always moments where a decision has to be made. In mortal life there is always a choice. One road or another? The ultimate choose your own adventure story. In the clans, there is only one option, and that is to do whatever your clan’s oracle tells you to do.

He took her in his arms and lifted her up. She looked at him and he noticed only now that her eyes were full of tears. He pressed her to him. She understood that he loved her and this suddenly filled her with sadness. She felt sad that he loved her so much, and she felt like crying.

Many things can prolong your life, but only wisdom can save it.

The short space of threescore years can never content the imagination of man; nor can the imperfect joys of this world satisfy his heart. Man alone, of all created beings, displays a natural contempt of existence, and yet a boundless desire to exist; he scorns life, but he dreads annihilation. These different feelings incessantly urged his soul to the contemplation of a future state, and religion directs his musings thither. Religion, then, is simply another form of hope; and it is no less natur