#mortal

Fortune raises up and fortune brings low both the man who fares well and the one who fares badly; and there is no prophet of the future for mortal men. ↗

— Sophocles

#both #brings #fares #fortune #future

Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die. ↗

— Sophocles

#does #live #mortals #nor #perish

There is an ancient saying among men that you cannot thoroughly understand the life of mortals before the man has died, then only can you call it good or bad. ↗

— Sophocles

#ancient #bad #before #call #cannot

Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money. ↗

— Sophocles

#gain #life #long #money #mortals

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

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

The immortality of the soul is a matter which is of so great consequence to us and which touches us so profoundly that we must have lost all feeling to be indifferent about it. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#consequence #feeling #great #immortality #indifferent

Mortality is very different when you're 20 to when you're 50. ↗

— Keanu Reeves

#mortality #very #you

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