“On the whole, we're a murderous race. According to Genesis, it took as few as four people to make the planet too crowded to stand, and the first murder was a fratricide. Genesis says that in a fit of jealous rage, the very first child born to mortal parents, Cain, snapped and popped the first metaphorical cap in another human being. The attack was a bloody, brutal, violent, reprehensible killing. Cain's brother Abel probably never saw it coming. As I opened the door to my apartment, I was filled with a sense of empathic sympathy and intuitive understanding. For freaking Cain.” PeopleFirstsHumansChildrenWholeParentUnderstandingBornHuman BeingsRaceSawsFourDoorsPlanetsBrotherFitMurderFilledKillingRageViolentMortalsJealousBrutalApartmentBloodyIntuitiveCrowdedCapsGenesisCainMetaphoricalAbel Book:Dead Beat: A Novel of The Dresden Files Source: Dead Beat: A Novel of The Dresden Files
“O how far remov'd, Predestination! is thy foot from such As see not the First Cause entire: and ye, O mortal men! be wary how ye judge: For we, who see the Maker, know not yet The number of the chosen; and esteem Such scantiness of knowledge our delight: For all good is, in that primal good, Concentrate; and God's will and ours are one.” KnowsMenFirstsCausesNumbersFeetJudgingDelightGods WillChosenDoctrineEsteemMortalsMakersPrimalPredestination Author:Dante Alighieri
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.” LoveFirstsKissingWineGlassesMortalsBest LoveFirst KissWine GlassMarriage LoveGreat WineBest WineVinoRomantic KissLove KissKissing FunnyLove KissingMy First KissRomantic KissingWine And LoveWine LoveSweet Kisses Author:Eduardo Galeano
“What mortal is there, over whose first joys and happiness does not break some storm, dispelling with its icy breath his fanciful illusions, and shattering his altar?” FirstsDoeHappinessJoyBreakIllusionBreathsStormMortalsAltarsJoy And HappinessIcyShatteringDispelling Author:Alphonse de Lamartine
“So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life, the leaf, the bud, the flower; No more doth flourish after first decay, That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower Of many a lady and many a paramour. Gather therefore the rose whilst yet in prime, For soon comes age that will her pride deflower. Gather the rose of love whilst yet in time, Whilst loving thou mayst loved be with equal crime.” FirstsAgeCrimeFlowerPrideBedEqualRosePassingPassingsMortalsPrimeDecayLeafsBudDeck Author:Edmund Spenser