Quotes About Eternal

Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.

Say it again, Jase. But you already know the answer. But it's an answer I will never grow tired of. And maybe I never tired of telling it to her.

The wind, time, it circles, repeats, some swaths cutting deeper than others.

there are no spares in case one is lost. Souls are only given once.

The other ponds, our pond included, are just as they have always been.

Know that love is truly timeless.

A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years, and in your heart until the day you die.

Mrs. May looked back at her. "Kate," she said after a moment, "stories never really end. They can go on and on and on. It's just that sometimes, at a certain point, one stops telling them.

Stories never really end. They can go on and on and on. It's just that sometimes, at a certain point, one stops telling them.

Past and future were connected in an eternal ring

Buddhism's aim is not immortality and eternal life through a resurrection that conquers death, but the unborn and the undying state of nirvana realized directly in and through living-and-dying by liberation from living-and-dying itself.

People you love never die. That is what Omai had said, all those years ago. And he was right. They don't die. Not completely. They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide ships in unfamiliar waters.

People you love never die. That is what Omai had said, all those years ago. And he was right. They don't die. Not completely. They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide shops in unfamiliar waters. If you stop mourning them, and start listening to them, they still have the power to change your life. They can, in short, be salvation.

We are trapped by time, but also infinite. Made of flesh, but also stars.

preserved in Nora's memory like a mosquito in amber.

And I felt an incredible excitement at being able to witness the love reemerge inside her, because it was a total, prime-of-life love. The kind that could only be possible in someone who was going to die at some point in the future, and also someone who had lived enough to know that loving and being loved back was a hard thing to get right, but when you managed it, you could see forever.

And every moment lasts for ever. It lives on. Somewhere. Somehow.

The love of a person never disappears,' he said softly. 'Even if they might. We have memories, you see, Amelia. Love never dies. We love someone and they love us back and that love is stored and it protects us. It is bigger than life and it doesn't end with life. It stays inside us. They stay inside us. inside our hearts.

The eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.

Unquiet souls. In the dark fermentation of earth, in the never idle workshop of nature, in the eternal movement, yea shall find yourselves again.

Hell is destruction from the presence of the Lord, Th2 1:9. It is a perpetual banishment from the fountain of all good. This is the choice of sinners; and so shall their doom be, to their eternal confusion.

Our faith, our conversion, and our eternal salvation, are not of works, lest any man should boast. These things are not brought to pass by any thing done by us, therefore all boasting is shut out. All is the free gift of God, and the effect of being quickened by his power. It was his purpose, to which he prepared us, by blessing us with the knowledge of his will, and his Holy Spirit producing such a change in us, that we should glorify God by our good conversation, and perseverance in holiness.

Sin is the death of the soul.

though he offered himself once for all, yet that one offering thus becomes a continual offering.