Quotes About Eternity

If there ever comes a day where we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever.

harer n?ma harer n?ma harer n?maiva kevalam kalau n?sty eva n?sty eva n?sty eva gatir anyath?

You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.

They say my verse is sad: no wonder. Its narrow measure spans Rue for eternity, and sorrow Not mine, but man's This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not.

Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man. ... There, when hueless is the west And the darkness hushes wide, Where the lad lies down to rest Stands the troubled dream beside. There, on thoughts that once were mine, Day looks down the eastern steep, And the youth at morning shine Makes the vow he will not keep.

The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail.

Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never; I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.

Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.

Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? 'Tis that every mother's son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust; Bear the fruit that bear you must; Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.

Suicide was a sin. It would condemn her for eternity. But so was murder, even a just one sought out of righteous grief. The revenger always dug two graves, they said. One for his victim. One for himself. She'd never understood that old saying till now. Either way she was dead.

But does time honour things? Sabine would teach me to ask. How? Why? And if it does, ought it to go on doing so? And for how long?)

God never hurries. There are no deadlines against which he must work. Only to know this is to quiet our spirits and relax our nerves.

As base a thing as money often is, yet it can be transmuted into everlasting treasure. It can be converted into food for the hungry and clothing for the poor. Any temporal possession can be turned into everlasting wealth. Whatever is given to Christ is immediately touched with immortality. (A.W. Tozer)

Rien ne vient de rien & rien ne se perd dans le rien

Where are they now? – The dead are nowhere and everywhere

To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.

Though the gates that stand between the mortal world and the immortal Realm of Chaos are now closed to me, still I would rather die having glimpsed eternity than never to have stirred the cold furrow of mortal life. I embrace death without regret as I embraced life without fear

Let me not die unremembered

To be continued is a terrible thing, I know. But life is to be continued. You want to be continued as long as possible.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all that stuff. Death takes everyone. Most of us too early, a few of us not early enough.

Paradise is the time of suspended pleasure. It is also the place of perpetual erection and orgasm that lasts for twenty-four years. If earthly orgasm gives some foretaste of paradise, one must admit that life in paradise is an infinite, eternal orgasm.

He gave you life; then will He cause you to die, and will again bring you to life; and again to Him will ye return.

Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

What shall I do to be forever known,And make the age to come my own?