A Quote by Isaac Barrow

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth. — © Isaac Barrow
Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
The more we sink into the infirmities of age, the nearer we are to immortal youth. All people are young in the other world. That state is an eternal spring, ever fresh and flourishing. Now, to pass from midnight into noon on the sudden, to be decrepit one minute and all spirit and activity the next, must be a desirable change. To call this dying is an abuse of language.
Flourishing is properly the main human end, and flourishing is activity of soul that succeeds in accord with virtue.
I've never said I'm immortal. I do believe in correct language. I'm eternal; I'm not immortal.
In music, trends are always rising and fading in popularity, but nostalgia never dies.
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
My character is not sad, not angry. In my house, I'm always laughing, smiling, smiling.
People always accused me of not smiling like my rival Olga Korbut, but that was just my personality. When you're balancing on a nine-inch beam, you have to concentrate. But if you look back at the footage, I was always smiling and waving at the crowd after my performances.
Look, I'm smiling at you, I'm smiling in you, I'm smiling through you. How can I be dead if I breathe in every quiver of your hand?
Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.
To be immortal is commonplace; except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal.
Bolshevism turns flourishing countryside into sinister wastes of ruins; National Socialism transforms a Reich of destruction and misery into a healthy state with a flourishing economic life.
Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!
When you have a flourishing of the economy you have a flourishing of the arts.
We must be laid like a brand in the fire ... if we would gain immortal youth.
No matter how you look at it, all the emotions connected with love are not really immortal; like all other passions in life, they are bound to fade at some point. The trick is to convert love into some lasting friendship that overcomes the fading passion.
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