Plutarch Quotes

A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.

Everything mortal has moments immortal

Kings should disdain to die, and only disappear.

I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be; and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised.

When I'm asked to define God, I'm almost wordless.

Art is eternal, but life is short.

Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die.

I don't know if I believe in life after death so much as I believe that there is something out there.

There is but One God. His name is Truth; He is the Creator. He fears none; he is without hate. He never dies; He is beyond the cycle of births and death. He is self-illuminated. He is realized by the kindness of the True Guru. He was True in the beginning; He was True when the ages commenced and has ever been True. He is also True now.

I think that a lot of us, whether we are religious or not - there are no words to express some things except religious words. For instance, 'soul.'

To be immortal and then die

What is your greatest ambition in life?' 'To become immortal... and then die.

Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all powerful-because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return. And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.

How old is she now?" he asked. "Hard to say. She was a tree for a while. Now she's immortal.

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.

When we get into the spirit world, and the veil is withdrawn, we shall then perhaps understand the whys and wherefores.

She is older than the rocks among which she sits; like the vampire, she has been dead many times, and learned the secrets of the grave; and has been a diver in deep seas, and keeps their fallen day about her; and trafficked for strange webs with Eastern merchants, and, as Leda, was the mother of Helen of Troy, and, as Saint Anne, the mother of Mary; and all this has been to her but as the sound of lyres and flutes, and lives only in the delicacy with which it has molded the changing lineaments, and tinged the eyelids and the hands.

To become immortal, and then to die.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.

That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

The veil is slowly rising, but as regards innumerable questions we must be content to remain in ignorance.

The Goddess has a fourth face, which is secret, and you should pray to her, as I do — as I do, Igraine — that Morgause will never wear that face.