#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

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

Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal. ↗

— William Hazlitt

#disgust #hatred #immortal #indifference #indulgence

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

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

Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#living #living-on #sorrow #waiting #age

One thought I think every person eventually thinks is, “Holy shit, I’m going to die!” Sorry, I just turned thirty yesterday, so my mortality is on my mind.
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— Jarod Kintz

#anguish #birthday #death #die #human

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