Look at the world, within the sea, there is no immortal.
Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.
All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.
As the Hindu gods are 'immortal' only in a very particular sense - for they had born and they die - they experience most of the great human dilemmas and often seem to differ from mortals in a few trivial details... and from demons even less. Yet they are regarded by the Hindus as a class of beigns by definition totally different from any other; they are symbols in a way that no human beign, however 'archetypal' his life story, can ever be. They are actors playing parts that are real only for us; they are masks behind which we see our own faces.
If our souls be immortal, this makes amends for the frailties of life and the sufferings of this state.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
Weep not children, weep not elders; I am immortal! I am immortal.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee,
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
Immortal and indestructible, surrounds all and directs all.
Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.
For us humans, everything is permanent - until it changes, as we are immortal until we die.