None but God can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for Him, so He only can fill it.
Each of us has been designed for one of two immortal functions, as either a storyteller or as a cross-legged listener to tales of wonder, love, and daring. When we cease to tell or listen, then we no longer exist as a people.
I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.
When a man's stories are remembered, then he is immortal.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
If man were immortal, do you realize what his meat bills would be?
One should always avoid unnecessary unhappiness. Especially if one is an immortal. They taught us that in school.
If a work of art is to be truly immortal, it must pass quite beyond the limits of the human world, without any sign of common sense and logic. In this way the work will draw nearer to dream and to the mind of a child.
The cell is immortal. It is merely the fluid in which it floats that degenerates. Renew this fluid at regular intervals, give the cells what they require for nutrition, and as far as we know, the pulsation of life can go on forever.
I am not in favor of immortality. I believe death for humans is the way of getting rid of accumulated errors - as in trial and error. Without death, the old folks would start to gang up on the babies (the new trials). Immortality --> immortal mistakes.
Nothing can hide from me the conviction that an immortal soul needs for its sustenance something more than visiting, and gardening, and novel-reading, and crochet-needle, and the occasional manufacture of sponge cake.
Blessed be the memory of him who gave the world this immortal game
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.
Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and - as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis - emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.
Disgrace is immortal, and living even when one thinks it dead.
What is human is immortal!
Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!
There is something about humanity just being drained in many different ways, I think. There are so many things that drain us nowadays, where literally you're just bombarded as a human being. It may be that, or it may be this romantic idea of being forever immortal, of witnessing humanity generation after generation.
People come and go in life, but they never leave your dreams. Once they're in your subconscious, they are immortal.
It is only serving God that is doing immortal work; it is only living for Christ that is living at all.