#immortal

Probably I chose immortality because mortality is a universal human obsession. ↗

— Joan D. Vinge

#chose #human #i #immortality #mortality

Mister MacKeltar," Drustan corrected for the umpteenth time, with a this-is-really-wearing-thin-but-I'm-determined-to-be-patient smile. No matter how many times he told Farley that he was not a laird, that he was simply Mr. MacKeltar, that it was Christopher (his modern-day descendant who lived up the road in the oldest castle on the land) who was actually laird, Farley refused to hear it. The eighty-something-year-old butler, who insisted he was sixty-two and who had obviously never before buttled in his life until the day he'd arrived on their doorstep, was determined to be a butler to a lord. Period. And he wasn't about to let Drustan interfere with that aspiration. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#farley #karen-marie-moning #the-immortal-highlander #life

Religiously the Empire was pluralistic and marked by a search for a faith which would be satisfying intellectually and ethically and would give assurance of immortality. ↗

— Kenneth Scott Latourette

#empire #ethically #faith #give #immortality

I don't want to achieve immortality by being inducted into the Hall of Fame. I want to achieve immortality by not dying. ↗

— William De Morgan

#being #dying #fame #hall #i

A woman's face, naked and unadorned, is as beautiful as the moon, and as mysterious. ↗

— Hector Eisenberg

#immortal-beloved #beauty

Don't bunt. Aim out of the ball park. Aim for the company of immortals. ↗

— David Ogilvy

#ball #bunt #company #immortals #out

Cheese is milk's leap toward immortality. ↗

— Cliff Fadiman

#immortality #leap #milk #toward

I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#i #i am #immortal

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

— H. Rider Haggard

#age

Allow this poem to carry you beyond yourself, transcending your mortal flesh as you wed yourself with the potentially infinite. ↗

— Peter Davis

#immortality #infinite #art