The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.
Friendships ought to be immortal, hostilities mortal.
. . . the final judge was truth -- immortal.
Eating, drinking, sleeping a little laughter ! much weeping! Is that all ? Do not die here like a worm. Wake up! Attain immortal bliss!
We are immortal life. Think of the opportunity of self-realization. What a gas!
One thing is certain: When the time has come, nothing which is man-made will subsist. One day, all human accomplishments will be reduced to a pile of ashes. But every single child to whom a has given birth will live forever, for he has been given an immortal soul made to God's image and likeness.
After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.
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.
We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).
In every grave on earth's green sward is a tiny seed of the resurrection life of Jesus Christ, and that seed cannot perish. It will germinate when the warm south wind of Christ's return brings back the spring-tide to this cold sin-cursed earth of ours; and then they that are in their graves, and we who shall lie down in ours, will feel in our mortal bodies the power of His resurrection, and will come forth to life immortal.
Share your knowledge and you become immortal.
If you want to be immortal live a life worth remembering
Why are you so interested in amoebas?" "Oh, they're immortal," he said, "and sort of shapeless and flexible. Being a person is getting too complicated.
I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.
This is what is sad when one contemplates human life, that so many live out their lives in quiet lostness. . . they live, as it were, away from themselves and vanish like shadows. Their immortal souls are blown away, and they are not disquieted by the question of its immortality, because they are already disintegrated before they die.
If God is a reality, and the soul is a reality, and you are an immortal being, what are you doing with your Bible shut?
Ah! when in the immortal ranks enlisted, I sometimes wonder if we shall not find That not by deeds, but by what we've resisted, Our places are assigned.
It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a fellow soul who inhabits this earth. I love you as a fellow immortal. I love you because I finally understand what made you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can't—so I choose to love you instead. And my hope is that my acceptance of you will spur you to do something good too, but if not—" I shrug. "At least I can say I tried.
I am not sorry for a moment. It was worth every moment, every second we were together. I would not change it for an immortal lifetime
Men are mortal, but ideas are immortal.