What is called family pride is often founded on the illusion of self-love. A man wishes to perpetuate and immortalize himself.
...come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...
Like Artemis and Orion, fate was working against us, and we couldn't be together in this life. But he will forever be immortalized in my heart.
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).
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 amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
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.
Tell me, before you call us servants, who served whom? And who, I wonder, in your generations, will immortalize you?
Please, please be some sex-starved nutcase who wants to kidnap me and make me your love slave, I begged silently.
If everything were anything," Chance said softly, "the barriers would break down, and we'd all lose ourselves to chaos. And then there would be no cotton candy.
She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...
Her light was so brilliant it burned my guilty shadow onto the floor, but I was not blinded.
Is that love, do you think?" he asks, sounding genuinely curious. "Being crazy about someone no matter how much they hurt you?
All who live possess eternal life, and few would trade it for an immortal body, if they truly understood what it is to be alive.
It's ironic, since they're supposed to be immortal, but vampires are kind of like small businesses: half of them go down within their first year
What shall it profit a male if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his immortal genes?
...love was the closest thing to immortality that men would ever know and that the only--and best--answer to death is loving. Loving.
It's almost as if each instant is our last and first. We are always dying, and always reborn. And that is living.
Every reader exists to ensure for a certain book a modest immortality. Reading is, in this sense, a ritual of rebirth.
There is a line of poetry, a sentence in a fable, a word in an essay, by which my existence is justified; find that line, and immortality is assured.
Love has nothing to do with marriage or one's marital status... love is immortal, love is forever, and love is age-less.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
