#mortal

That thing of hell and eternal punishment is the most absurd, as well as the most disagreeable thought that ever entered into the head of mortal man. ↗

— George Berkeley

#disagreeable #entered #eternal #ever #head

Literature is the immortality of speech. ↗

— August Wilhelm von Schlegel

#literature #speech

Cheese - milk's leap toward immortality. ↗

— Clifton Paul Fadiman

#immortality #leap #milk #toward

Mental agitations and eating cares are more injurious to health, and destructive of life, than is commonly imagined, and could their effects be collected, would make no inconsiderable figure in the bills of mortality. ↗

— William Falconer

#bills #cares #collected #commonly #could

The biggest public health challenge is rebuilding health systems. In other words, if you look at cholera or maternal mortality or tuberculosis in Haiti, they're major problems in Haiti, but the biggest problem is rebuilding systems. ↗

— Paul Farmer

#biggest problem #challenge #cholera #haiti #health

Life is the childhood of our immortality. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#immortality #life #our

If your contribution has been vital there will always be somebody to pick up where you left off, and that will be your claim to immortality. ↗

— Walter Gropius

#been #claim #contribution #immortality #left

I saw to the south a man walking. He was breaking ground in perfect silence. He wore a harness and pulled a plow. His feet trod his figure's blue shadow, and the plow cut a long blue shadow in the field. He turned back as if to check the furrow, or as if he heard a call. Again I saw another man on the plain to the north. This man walked slowly with a spade, and turned the green ground under. Then before me in the near distance I saw the earth itself walking, the earth walking dark and aerated as it always does in every season, peeling the light back: The earth was plowing the men under, and the space, and the plow. No one sees us go under. No one sees generations churn, or civilizations. The green fields grow up forgetting. Ours is a planet sown in beings. Our generations overlap like shingles. We don't fall in rows like hay, but we fall. Once we get here, we spend forever on the globe, most of it tucked under. While we breathe, we open time like a path in the grass. We open time as a boat's stem slits the crest of the present. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#death #generations #mortality #time #death

So you speak French?" Isabelle sighed. "I wish I spoke another language. But Hodge never thought we needed to learn anything but ancient Greek and Latin, and nobody speaks those." "I also speak Russian and Italian. And some Romanian," Sebastian said with a modest smile. "I could teach you some phrases-" "Romanian? That's impressive," said Jace. "Not many people speak it." "Do you?" Sebastian asked with interest. "Not really," Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. "My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #mortal-instruments #romanian #sebastian #humor

And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I forsee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin piña colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #city-of-ashes #clary-fray #fun #humor