Quotes About Eons

Anyway, that was all a long time ago.' 'So was the Big Bang,

We are in grave danger of losing forever not just millions of years of evolution on earth, but the eons of change that have produced man and his natural environment.

You live and die in the batting of my eyes. You cast a wavering shadow over the snow for a day. I cast my shadow over empires across eons. - Orm Hinn Langi the Dragon

After dinner Andy drives drowsily, weaving slightly. Sand, sand, sand—all that pulverized time. Eons ago the world's burst hourglass spilled its contents here; now the years pile and spin, waiting with inhuman patience to be swept into some future ocean. Sand washes right up to the paved road, washes over to the other side in a solid orange current, illuminated by their headlights.

And this help? It includes things as subtle as somehow tricking our astronomers into calling M44 the Beehive Cluster just to freak out the bee creatures living there, on the off chance that I would come along and mention that? How in the world could anyone arrange that coincidence over so many eons and lightyears?

In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases--beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.

Beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and as lawless as it had been eons before man had a single coherent thought in his head.

In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art—the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases—beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.

the reality we inhabit is itself a celestial event, the business of eons and galaxies, however persistently we mistake its local manifestations for mere dust, mere sea, mere self, mere thought.

The eons of time have crumbled to dust the proud walls of its temples, but the wisdom of Babylon endures.

Even up until these final eons of time, we felt we could create anything. We could build ourselves a heaven. But why? We were Heaven already. Only in the very end did we try to build a S.O.U.L. That which would outlast V.E.M., outlast The Verse, outlast death. But it was impossible. Or we were too late. Though still the H.O.L.Y. tried. And built Hell instead.

Myths are wonderful tools that we've had, oh, for eons now that help us navigate the situations we find ourselves in.

That is not dead, which can eternaly lie, and with strange eons, even death may die.

Faith is trust in what the spirit learned eons ago.

It is my hope that during my brief passage through this universe, that I may share with you the joy of hearing the music of the stars... knowing that the composer was from a distant place and the songs were written eons ago, which now fall gently on this place for all to hear.

For eight billion eons, With the most wonderful colors and sounds, And what is most pleasing to smell, taste, and touch, Make offerings to those who embrace this sutra! If you make such offerings And hear the Dharma even for a moment, You will rejoice and say, "I have gained great benefit." Medicine King, I tell you now, Of the sutras I have preached, Among all of them The Dharma Flower is the greatest.

Luck is not the hand of God.... Luck is the way the wind swirls and the dust settles eons after God has passed by.

A few would quote him scripture to confound his ordering up of eons out of the ancient chaos and other apostate supposings. The judge smiled. Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. He held up a chunk of rock. He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.

Try asking for Nyx's help. Nyx would not hear me. Kalona spoke so quietly that Shaunee almost didn't hear him. she has not heard me for eons. During those eons how many times did you ask for her help? Not once, he said Then how do you know she's not listening to you?

There is a war up there where time creaks which spans galaxies and eons back and forward to the Big Bang and the Final Implosion\