My feelings about my mortality are less selfish than they used to be. I used to affect a cavalier attitude to death; now I see it from my son's perspective.

To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken, it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams.

Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.

It's amazing how these little guys can say things that a mortal human could never get away with. There's some sort of unspoken license... when outlandish things come out of an inanimate object, somehow it equals humor.

I don't think immortality is necessarily the key to understanding the world. You have to be careful with what you think you're achieving. I'm all for science discovering amazing and fantastic things about our world, but I think the motivations behind it are slightly askew.

There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

Life is destined for the realization of God in the Divine Consciousness, this is what one has to strive for and attain immortality.

When you love, you are immortal, when you hate, you are already dead, despite being alive.

Living in body we live a few decades, living in mission we turn immortal.

"Before he knew he was immortal. Before life was no longer fragile. Those were the days when life truly meant something.

You are not immortal, isn't this statement enough to be a philanthropist

I am not worried about the immortality of my country Bharat because I know that I am alive and if I die then many more patriots will be born to keep my country immortal forever

"I think about the Old Ones, that they have a past but no history. I think about the inevitability of death, and whether it's not that very inevitability that inspires us to take photographs and make scrapbooks and tell stories. That that's how we humans find our way to immortality. This is not a new thought; I've had such thoughts before. But I have a new thought now.

To be saved is here, local and mortal

The power of a writer is that he is a God of sorts. He can create his own worlds and populate them with his own people, all by the powers of his imagination. It's the closest a man can come close to the Gods. No wonder the most successful writers are considered immortals

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you.

Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.

That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.

"Immortal amarant, a flower which once

"We the mortals touch the metals

Wisdom can not be communicated . One can find it, live it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it to any mortal.

To love, to live, to feel so much that your world keeps spinning, faster and faster, in that wonderful, chaotic mess of humanity that you'd so hastily give up. Immortality is overrated. It is nothing but the ability to live through it all and not experience a single thing, to eat everything without tasting it at all." Isak's eyes shone with a desperate need. He wanted, more than anything it seemed, to be like me, when all I wanted was to be like him.

No mortal man has ever served at the same time his passions and his best interests.

Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?