#mortal

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

Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy and separate you from your true capabilities. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#love #the-immortals #anger

But Clary never found out what it wasn't, because there was a cry of "Jace!" and Alec appeared, breathless from pushing his way through the crowd to get them. His dark hair was a mess and there was blood on his clothes, but his eyes were bright with a mixture of relief and anger. He grabbed Jace by the front of his jacket. "What happened to you?" Jace looked affronted. "What happened to me?" Alec looked at him, not lightly. "You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?" Jace suggested. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humor #jace #mortal-instruments #anger

We know summer is the height of of being alive. We don't believe in God or the prospect of an afterlife mostly, so we know that we're only given eighty summers or so per lifetime, and each one has to be better then the last, has to encompass a trip to that arts center up at Bard, a seemingly mellow game of badminton over at some yahoo's Vermont cottage, and a cool, wet, slightly dangerous kayak trip down an unforgiving river. Otherwise, how would you know that you have lived your summertime best? What is you missed out on some morsel of shaded nirvana? ↗

— Gary Shteyngart

#art

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

The best people renounce all for one goal, the eternal fame of mortals; but most people stuff themselves like cattle. ↗

— Heraclitus

#cattle #eternal #fame #goal #like

Legacy is not what's left tomorrow when you're gone. It's what you give, create, impact and contribute today while you're here that then happens to live on. ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#courage #destiny #fate-happiness #following-your-life-s-path #inspiring-quotes

He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#attitude #gabby #karen-marie-moning #the-immortal-highlander #attitude

When she scooped up her clothes, opened his door, then snapped her fingers for a guard down the hall, Wroth watched like a bystander. “Pssst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t just stand there gawking or you’ll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We’re like this.” He couldn’t see her but knew she was twining two fingers together. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole #lore #myst #nikolai-wroth

Mortals. Everything is so black and white to you. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#mortals #beauty