Immortality Quotes

Books are immortal sons deifying their sires.

The mass of men worry themselves into nameless graves while here and there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality.

Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

Death is dreadful to the man whose all is extinguished with his life; but not to him whose glory never can die.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date . . .

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

For wisdom is the property of the dead,A something incompatible with life; and power,Like everything that has the stain of blood,A property of the living; but no stainCan come upon the visage of the moonWhen it has looked in glory from a cloud.

I am oppressed with a dread of living forever. That is the only disadvantage of vegetarianism.

The best argument I know for an immortal life is the existence of a man who deserves one.

The new life created by the final integration is self-aware yet without ego, capable of inhabiting a body yet not attached to it, and guided by wisdom rather than emotion. Whole and virtuous, it can never die.

A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.

The reason for such an “unreasonable” attitude with me is that I am not at all sure what will happen to me after death. I have good reasons to assume that things are not finished with death. Life seems to be an interlude in a long story.

I wish to go on living even after my death.

...the crazy never die.

The only greatness for man is immortality.

Nature has circumscribed the field of life within small dimensions, but has left the field of glory unmeasured.

Jewel-Like the immortaldoes not boast of its length of yearsbut of the scintillating point of the moment.

Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

We all know that books burn, yet we have the greater knowledge that books cannot be killed by fire. People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever. No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man's eternal fight against tyranny of every kind.

It's a certain kind of immortality, because those Disney films do go on and on and on.

Take Courage, Mortal; Death can't banish thee out of the Universe.

Ten thousand fools proclaim themselves into obscurity, while one wise man forgets himself into immortality.

When great loss happens - deaths close to you or your own approaching death - this is an opportunity for stepping completely out of identification with form and realizing the essence of who you are, or that the essence of anyone who is suffering or dying is beyond death.

Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.

Spring-an experience in immortality.

I know I am deathless. No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. I laugh at what you call dissolution, and I know the amplitude of time.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

Life is the childhood of our immortality.

All life is an experiment. Place yourself in the middle of the stream of power and wisdom which animates all whom it floats, and you are without effort impelled to truth, to right and a perfect contentment. I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom. Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.

Man does not understand nor accept immortality except on condition of self-remembrance.

I would like immortality.

Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't die, that's what they say, can't die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long time ago but Cecy calls, and Mother and Father call, and Grandmere who only whispers, and now they're coming and I'm nothing, not like them who pass through walls and live in trees or live underneath until seventeen-year rains flood them up and out, and the ones who run in packs, let me be the one! If they live forever, why not me?

I cast my heart into my rhymes,That you, in the dim coming times,May know how my heart went with themAfter the red-rose-bordered hem.

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man.

Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!

How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted overIn states unborn and accents yet unknown!

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

The final reward of the dead - to die no more

Space travel is life-enhancing, and anything that's life-enhancing is worth doing. It makes you want to live forever.

Each one of us must carry within the proof of immortality, it cannot be given from outside of us. To be sure, everything in natureis change but behind the change there is something eternal.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

I'm not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family. I'll be around a long time. A thousand years from now, a whole township of my offspring will be biting sour apples in the gumwood shade.

There is only one way to get ready for immortality, and that is to love this life and live it as bravely and faithfully and cheerfully as we can.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

Life is short, but art lives forever.

People die, but books never die. No man and no force can abolish memory.

Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

Beauty perishes in life, but is immortal in art.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

I intend to live forever. So far, so good.

I lately met with an old volume from a London bookshop, containing the Greek Minor Poets, and it was a pleasure to read once moreonly the words Orpheus, Linus, Musæus,--those faint poetic sounds and echoes of a name, dying away on the ears of us modern men; and those hardly more substantial sounds, Mimnermus, Ibycus, Alcæus, Stesichorus, Menander. They lived not in vain. We can converse with these bodiless fames without reserve or personality.

What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour?

But say, my lord, it were not regist'red,Methinks the truth should live from age to age,As 'twere retailed to all posterity,Even to the general all-ending day.