Quotes About Eternal

Nearly everything that happened had happened before. The grand lesson of history.

Run. Flee. I'll chase you. I will never stop. I am eternal. I am the storm.

You could not kill the wind. You could not stop it. It was beyond the touch of men. It was infinite...

tuga zbog onoga Å¡to nije moglo biti, ne umire nikad...

I might die, Quinn, but my love for you never will.

The furious love of God knows no shadow of alteration or change. It is reliable. And always tender.

It is imperative to personal peace and family harmony that we recognize that even our service in the Church should never become a means of neglecting our more eternal personal and family responsibilities.

The Church, with all of its programs and activities, is a resource for families and must never become a substitute for, or even a roadblock to, the eternal family unit.

The organization of the Church should free us to express ourselves in infinite variations within the eternal guidelines that will keep us safe from self-destruction.

Remember, you are held safe. You are loved. You are protected. You are in communion with God and with those whom God has sent you. What is of God will last. It belongs to the eternal life. Choose it, and it will be yours.

silence remains indispensable today as it was in the past. The Word of God is born out of the eternal silence of God, and it is to this Word out of silence that we want to be witnesses.

This kind of attention to the eternal in our every day does not strain our hearts. It does not major on brawny striving. It has more to do with attention to God than perfection, with a desire to see God even amid our great weakness.

The spirit of love, once freed from our mortal bodies, will blow where it will, even when few will hear its coming and going.

The eyes of love had seen you as precious, as of infinite beauty, as of eternal value. When love chooses, it chooses with a perfect sensitivity for the unique beauty of the chosen one, and it chooses without making anyone else feel excluded.

The father's touching the son is an everlasting blessing; the son resting against his father's breast is an eternal peace. Christian Tümpel writes: "The moment of receiving and forgiving in the stillness of its composition lasts without end. The movement of the father and the son speaks of something that passes not, but lasts forever.

Whether or not you choose to keep your covenant to always remember Him, He always remembers you.

How godlike, how immortal, is he?

Nor is it every apple I desire,      Nor that which pleases every palate best; 'T is not the lasting Deuxan I require,      Nor yet the red-cheeked Greening I request, Nor that which first beshrewed the name of wife, Nor that whose beauty caused the golden strife: No, no! bring me an apple from the tree of life.

To je bila svetloba, ki si je še trenutke pred tem ne bi mogla predstavljati in tudi zrak je bil tako topel in miren, da bi travnik ne mogel biti bolj nebeški. Ko sva pomislila, da to ni bil osamljen pojav, ki se ne bo zgodil nikoli ve?, temve? da se bo dogajal ve?no, ob nešteto ve?erih, in razsvetljeval ter pomirjal najnovejše otroke, ki bodo hodili tamkaj, se je zdel še veli?astnejši.

What is once well done is forever

impossible; a word which, in common conversation, is often used to signify not only improbable, but often what is really very likely, and, sometimes, what hath certainly happened; an hyperbolical violence like that which is so frequently offered to the words infinite and eternal; by the former of which it is usual to express a distance of half a yard, and by the latter, a duration of five minutes. And thus it is as usual to assert the impossibility of losing what is already actually lost.

arka planda,zay?f anlar?nda bakt???n bir kartpostal gibi.Böylece seni her zaman orada beklediÄŸini hayal edebilirdin;deÄŸiÅŸmemiÅŸ,bozulmam??,....

O, how wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul! The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only; as God revealed himself to the prophet of old in the still, small voice; and in a voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man!

You have known, O Gilgamesh, What interests me, To drink from the Well of Immortality. Which means to make the dead Rise from their graves And the prisoners from their cells The sinners from their sins. I think love's kiss kills our heart of flesh. It is the only way to eternal life, Which should be unbearable if lived Among the dying flowers And the shrieking farewells Of the overstretched arms of our spoiled hopes.