#mortal

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

— Kami Garcia

#mortals #beauty

I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#declarations-of-love #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #life

Surely you’ve been sent from the heavens to teach us mortals what beauty is. ↗

— Sidney Sheldon

#heaven #mortals #beauty

The earliest sensation at the onset of illness, often preceding the recognition of identifiable symptoms, is apprehension. Something has gone wrong, and a glimpse of mortality shifts somewhere deep in the mind. It is the most ancient of our fears. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#apprehension #deep #earliest #fears #glimpse

You've maddened me for you...have changed everything. So, I'm going to f*ck you long and hard, beauty, because if I'm to be enslaved by you-I want to be your master as well. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#lore #paranormal #romance #beauty

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#mortality #courage

You cannot have the right to do what is wrong! ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#means-justifying-the-ends #moral-courage #courage

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#immortality #love #death

(In a letter to colonel Robert Green Ingersoll's granddaughter) I was the friend of your immortal grandfather and I loved him truly… the name of Ingersoll is revered in our home, worshipped by us all, and the date of birth is holy in our calendar. ↗

— Eugene Victor Debs

#immortal #letter #respect #reverence #robert-g-ingersoll

We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try. ↗

— Ekaterina Sedia

#decisions #mortality #regret #souls #death