What is human is immortal! [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]
All men desire to be immortal. [ Theodore Parker ]
I have Immortal longings In me. [ William Shakespeare ]
I gaze upon the thousand stars
That fill the midnight sky;
And wish, so passionately wish,
A light like theirs on high.
I have such eagerness of hope
To benefit my kind;
I feel as if immortal power
Were given to my mind. [ Miss Landon ]
And in the wreck of noble lives
Something immortal still survives. [ Longfellow ]
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we that have not seen Thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove. [ Alfred Tennyson ]
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve.
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal.
And an immortal crown. [ Philip Doddridge ]
To a mortal man, no evil is immortal. [ Proverb ]
Hail! Independence, hail!
Heaven's next best gift,
To that of life and an immortal soul! [ Thomson ]
O, I have lost my reputation!
I have lost the immortal part of myself
And what remains is bestial. [ Shakespeare ]
Press onward through each varying hour;
Let no weak fears thy course delay;
Immortal being! feel thy power,
Pursue thy bright and endless way. [ Andrews Norton ]
Deep in the frozen regions of the north,
A goddess violated brought thee forth,
Immortal liberty. [ Smollett ]
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield. [ Milton ]
And her immortal part with angels lives. [ William Shakespeare ]
Oh! in that future let us think
To hold each heart the heart that shares;
With them the immortal waters drink,
And, soul in soul, grow deathless theirs! [ Byron ]
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither. [ Wordsworth ]
Mortal man must not keep up immortal anger. [ Proverb ]
Ye immortal gods! where in the world are we? [ Cicero ]
Far beneath a soul immortal is a mortal joy. [ Young ]
One to destroy is murder by the law.
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name.
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame. [ Young ]
The stars shall fade away, the Sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amid the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and the crash of worlds. [ Joseph Addison ]
And steal immortal kisses from her lips;
Which even in pure and vestal modesty.
Still blush as thinking their own kisses sin. [ William Shakespeare ]
O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
The immortal mind, superior to his fate.
Amid the outrage of external things,
Firm as the solid base of this great world.
Rests on his own foundation. Blow, ye winds!
Ye waves! ye thunders! roll your tempests on!
Shake, ye old pillars of the marble sky!
Till at its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
When nature calls him to the destined goal. [ Akenside ]
Immortal art! Where'er the rounded sky
Bends over the cradle where thy children lie,
Their home is earth, their herald every tongue. [ Holmes ]
The soul, immortal as its sire, shall never die. [ Montgomery ]
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains. [ Homer ]
Books are the immortal sons deifying their sires. [ Plato ]
Great deeds immortal are - they cannot die,
Unscathed by envious blight or withering frost,
They live, and bud, and bloom; and men partake
Still of their freshness, and are strong thereby. [ Aytoun ]
Something beyond! The immortal morning stands
Above the night, clear shines her prescient brow;
The pendulous star in her transfigured hands
Lights up the Now. [ Mary Clemmer ]
There is nothing strictly immortal but immortality. [ Sir T. Browne ]
The gods are immortal men, and men are mortal gods. [ Heraclitus ]
What is a Jay to an immortal soul! A breath, no more. [ T. B. Aldrich ]
Friendships ought to be immortal, but enmities mortal. [ Livy ]
A death-like sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal life. [ Milton ]
They are the heritage that glorious minds
Bequeath unto the world! — a glittering store
Of gems, more precious far than those he finds
Who searches miser's hidden treasures over.
They are the light, the guiding star of youth.
Leading his spirit to the realms of thought,
Pointing the way to Virtue, Knowledge, Truth,
And teaching lessons, with deep wisdom fraught.
They cast strange beauty round our earthly dreams,
And mystic brightness over our daily lot;
They lead the soul afar to fairy scenes,
Where the world's under visions enter not;
They're deathless and immortal — ages pass away,
Yet still they speak, instruct, inspire, amidst decay! [ Emeline S. Smith ]
Our birth made us mortal, our death will make us immortal. [ Proverb ]
Afflictions are but conductors to immortal life and glory. [ Aughey ]
Intellect is the soul of man, the only immortal part of him. [ Carlyle ]
It would take an angel from above to paint the immortal soul. [ Mrs. Welby ]
Disgrace is immortal, and living even when one thinks it dead. [ Plautus ]
One of the few, the immortal names, that were not born to die. [ Halleck ]
Be the first to say what is self-evident, and you are immortal. [ Marie Ebner-Eschenbach ]
Reverence, first of all, the immortal gods, as prescribed by law. [ Pythagoras ]
In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed. [ Massey ]
Even if women were immortal, they could never foresee their last lover. [ Lamennais ]
He shall be immortal who liveth till he be stoned by one without fault. [ Fuller ]
Mine eyes he closed, but open left the cell of Fancy, my immortal sight. [ Milton ]
Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature. [ Alexander Smith ]
The soul on earth is an immortal guest, compelled to starve at an unreal feast. [ Hannah More ]
All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine. [ Socrates ]
The affections are immortal! they are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations. [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]
If our souls be immortal, this makes amends for the frailties of life and the sufferings of this state. [ Tillotson ]
Our immortal souls, while righteous, are by God himself beautified with the title of his own image and similitude. [ Sir Walter Raleigh ]
The Egyptians, by the concurrent testimony of antiquity, were among the first who taught that the soul was immortal. [ Bishop Warburton ]
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. [ Trench ]
We call some books immortal! Do they live? If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure. In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace. [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]
The year in its course, and the hour that speeds the kindly day, admonishes you not to hope for immortal (i.e. permanent) blessings. [ Horace ]
The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple. [ Victor Hugo ]
The Duke of Wellington brought to the post of first minister immortal fame; a quality of success which would almost seem to include all others. [ Benjamin Disraeli ]
In the true mythology, Love is an immortal child, and Beauty leads him as a guide; nor can we express a deeper sense than when we say, Beauty is the pilot of the young soul. [ Emerson ]
Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuge are for all - the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved. [ Mark Twain's last words, written on a note by his death bed ]
Genius never grows old - young today, mature yesterday, vigorous tomorrow, always immortal. It is peculiar to no sex or condition, and is the divine gift to woman no less than to man. [ Juan Lewis ]
Procrastination has been called a thief, - the thief of time. I wish it were no worse than a thief. It is a murderer; and that which it kills is not time merely, but the immortal soul. [ Nevins ]
Child of earth and earthly sorrows - child of God and immortal hopes - arise from thy sadness, gird up the loins of thy mind, and with unfaltering energy press toward thy rest and reward on high. [ E. L. Magoon ]
There are persons who flatter themselves that the size of their works will make them immortal. They pile up reluctant quarto upon solid folio, as if their labors, because they are gigantic, could contend with truth and heaven! [ Junius ]
The press is not only free; it is powerful. That power is ours. It is the proudest that man can enjoy. It was not granted by monarchs, it was not gained for us by aristocracies; but it sprang from the people, and, with an immortal instinct, it has always worked for the people. [ Beaconsfield ]
Joy wholly from without, is false, precarious, and short. From without it may be gathered; but, like gathered flowers, though fair, and sweet for a season, it must soon wither, and become offensive. Joy from within is like smelling the rose on the tree; it is more sweet and fair, it is lasting; and, I must add, immortal. [ Young ]
If we work upon marble, it will perish; if we work upon brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; but if we work upon immortal souls, if we imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and love of fellow men, we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten all eternity. [ Daniel Webster ]
After all there is a weariness that cannot be prevented. It will come on. The work brings it on. The cross brings it on. Sometimes the very walk with God brings it on, for the flesh is weak; and at such moments we hear softer and sweeter than it ever floated in the wondrous air of Mendelssohn, O rest in the Lord,
for it has the sound of an immortal requiem: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors.
[ James Hamilton ]
You can throw yourselves away. You can become of no use in the universe except for a warning. You can lose your souls. Oh, what a loss is that! The perversion and degradation of every high and immortal power for an eternity! And shall this be true of any one of you? Will you be lost when One has come from heaven, traveling in the greatness of His strength, and with garments dyed in blood, on purpose to guide you home - home to a Father's house - to an eternal home? [ Mark Hopkins ]
Either we have an immortal soul, or we have not. If we have not, we are beasts, - the ifirst and the wisest of beasts, it may be, but still true beasts. We shall only differ in degree and not in kind, - just as the elephant differs from the slug. But by the concession of the materialists of all the schools, or almost all, we are not of the same kind as beasts, and this also we say from our own consciousness. Therefore, methinks, it must be the possession of the soul within us that makes the difference. [ Coleridge ]
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge: it is immortal as the heart of men. If the labors of the men of science should ever create any revolution, direct or indirect, in our condition, and in the impressions which we habitually receive, the poet will then sleep no more than at present; he will be ready to follow the steps of the man of science, not only in those general indirect effects, but he will be at his side, carrying sensation into the midst of the objects of the science itself. The remotest discoveries of the chemist, the botanist, or mineralogist will be as proper objects of the poet's art as any upon which it can be employed, if the time should ever come when these things shall be familiar to us, and the relations under which they are contemplated by the followers of the respective sciences shall be manifestly and palpably material to us as enjoying and suffering beings. If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarized to men, shall be ready to put on. as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the being thus produced as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. [ Wordsworth ]