"Mortal" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... big mortal tyrants even grudge us A place on the mat. Do they think we enjoy for ...
— Voices for the Speechless • Abraham Firth
... nations, and thus dream their dullard sons. "Naught is immortal save immortal—Death!" Max paus'd and smil'd: "O, preach such gospel, friend, "To all but lovers who most truly love; "For them, their gold-wrought scripture glibly reads "All else is mortal but immortal—Love!" "Fools! fools!" his friend said, "most immortal fools!— "But pardon, pardon, for, perchance, you love?" "Yes," said Max, proudly smiling, "thus do I "Possess the world and feel eternity!" Dark laughter blacken'd in the other's eyes: "Eternity! why, did such Iris ...
— Old Spookses' Pass • Isabella Valancy Crawford
... false.—After church Alfio and Turridu meet in mother Lucia's tavern.—Alfio refusing to drink of Turridu's wine, the latter divines that the husband knows all. The men and women leave while the two adversaries after Sicilian custom embrace each-other, Alfio biting Turridu in the ear, which indicates mortal challenge.—Turridu, deeply repenting his folly, as well as his falsehood towards poor Santuzza, recommends her to his mother.—He hurries into the garden, where Alfio expects him;—a few minutes later his death is announced by the peasants, and Santuzza falls back in a dead swoon; ...
— The Standard Operaglass - Detailed Plots of One Hundred and Fifty-one Celebrated Operas • Charles Annesley
... question so earnestly that I imagined he had softened at the last moment, and feared to leave the world with another homicide upon his conscience. Truth, however, compelled me to shake my head mournfully, and to intimate that the wound would prove a mortal one. ...
— My Friend The Murderer • A. Conan Doyle
... stirred or spoke: Veiled though it be from consciousness so strangely, And its fine voice unheard amid the din Of outward things, the quest of earthly passion, There is an under-sense, a faculty All independent of our mortal organs, And circumscribed by neither space nor time. Else whence proceed they, those clairvoyant glimpses, That vision piercing to the distant future, Those quick monitions of impending ruin, If not from depths of soul which consciousness, Limited ...
— The Woman Who Dared • Epes Sargent
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