#mortal

I suppose I wouldn’t desire having memorial services after I pass by… I think that it would have a precious little to do with my inworld immortality because I think I’ll have a precious little to do with the person to be remembered… Who can really tell? ↗

— Thanos Grigoriou

#imortality #memorial #death

Strangest problems of life seem clearing; but clouds sweep between--Is my journey’s end coming? ↗

— Herman Melville

#human-condition #humanity #life #mortality #death

She was more magnificent than any goddess. Addictive passion on two gorgeous,endless legs, between which he'd found a heaven far better than any mortal had dreamed or god had promised. ↗

— Olivia Gates

#indomitable #insatiable #dreams

I ceased to be human the moment my Sire’s blood passed my lips. If what you seek is a testosterone-fueled display akin to what a mortal man might give when presented with your naked form…then you’re in the wrong laboratory. However, if it’s my hands on your body that you wish, simply say so. If it’s my lips on your skin that you crave, speak the words. The subtleties of courting and seduction may not serve me any longer, but rest assured, I’m more than capable of sating the desire burning behind your eyes. ↗

— Vouclade (Immortal Dreams)

#jennifer-turner #vouclade #dreams

In the immortal words of myself, "If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt." Likewise, if cyborgs one day come to be viewed as so human-like that they are accepted as equals, then I cry for the cyborg named Mel T. Down. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#cyborgs #destiny #equals #flower #human

Adam arrived at 735 Monroe Street prepared for the woman to be a bit skittish. After all, she'd run from him earlier, obviously intimidated by his overwhelming masculinity and epic sexuality. Women often had that reaction to him, especially when he was stripping off his pants. Or kilt, depending on the century. He was also prepared, however, for her inhibitions to drop swiftly, as did all women's when they got a good, close-up look at him. After that, many simply launched themselves at him in a full-frontal assault of sexual frenzy. He'd been entertaining himself with just that possibility, his entire body tight with lust, while tracking her down with the information he'd obtained int he room called "Human Resources" at Little & Staller. But nothing in his vast repertoire of experience had prepared him for Gabrielle O'Callaghan. The bloodthirsty little hellion didn't react like any woman he'd ever encountered. She took one horrified look at him, drew back her arm, hauled off, and smashed him in the face with some kind of satchel she was holding. Then slammed the door and locked it. Leaving him on the doorstep, bleeding. Bleeding, by Danu, blood trickling from his lip! ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

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

The fundamental fact about all of us is that we’re alive for a while but will die before long. This fact is the real root cause of all our anger and pain and despair. And you can either run from this fact or, by way of love, you can embrace it. ↗

— Jonathan Franzen

#love #mortality #anger

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#home #like #more #mortals #novelist

The doctrine of original sin is the doctrine according to which divine forgiveness makes known the accidental nature of human mortality, thus permitting an entirely new anthropological understanding. ↗

— James Alison

#mortality #original-sin #forgiveness

She closed her eyes and jumped. For a moment she felt herself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and she plunged toward the floor. Instinctively she pulled her arms and legs in, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning. 'Nice', he said. 'As graceful as a falling snowflake. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#falling #freedom #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #freedom