#mortal

We seek true individuality and the true individuals. But we find them not. For lo, we mortals see what our poor eyes can see; and they, the true individuals, - they belong not to this world of our merely human sense and thought. ↗

— Josiah Royce

#eyes #find #human #individuality #individuals

There is none made so great, but he may both need the help and service, and stand in fear of the power and unkindness, even of the meanest of mortals. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#even #fear #great #help #made

When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of immortality. ↗

— Muriel Spark

#days #decline #first #immortality #life

Once is a man's life, for one mortal moment, he must make a grab for immorality; if not, he has not lived. ↗

— Sylvester Stallone

#immorality #life #lived #make #man

The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all. ↗

— William Dean Howells

#inanimate #me #mortality #most #terrible

It seemed weird calling a teenager 'sir' but I'd learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then, they blew stuff up. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#humor #immortals #teenager #humor

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

— Anne Sexton

#i #i am #immortal

So long as you are ready to die for humanity, the life of your country is immortal. ↗

— Giuseppe Mazzini

#die #humanity #immortal #life #long

As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#eternal-life #human-desire #immortality #money #wisdom

Dès que Séraphine l'a laissé seul, Gontran se jette à genoux au pied du lit ; il enfonce son front dans les draps, mais ne parvient pas à pleurer ; aucun élan ne soulève son cœur. Ses yeux désespérément restent secs. Alors il se relève. Il regarde ce visage impassible. Il voudrait, en ce moment solennel, éprouver je ne sais quoi de sublime et de rare, écouter une communication de l'au-delà, lancer sa pensée dans des régions éthérées,suprasensibles - mais elle reste accrochée, sa pensée, au ras du sol. Il regarde les mains exsangues du mort, et se demande combien de temps encore les ongles continueront de pousser. ↗

— André Gide

#communication