Quotes About Eternity

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars.

And death i think is no parenthesis.

for life's not a paragraph/ and death, i think, is no parenthesis.

a connotation of infinity / sharpens the temporal splendor of this night

twice I have lived forever in a smile

Love is the whole and more than all.

we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph and death i think is no parenthesis

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

A good Book, has no Ending...

when god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon Between my lips which did sing a rose shall beget the spring that maidens whom passion wastes will lay between their little breasts My strong fingers beneath the snow Into strenuous birds shall go my love walking in the grass their wings will touch with her face and all the while shall my heart be With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea

i St ep into the not merely immeasurable into the mightily alive the dear beautiful eternal night

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis..

and on forever's very now we stand

tomorrow is our permanent address

E.E. Cummings

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls Will i complete the mystery of my flesh I will rise After a thousand years lipping flowers And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

Buffalo Bills defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what I want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

death,as men call him,ends what they call men —but beauty is more now than dying's when

Even love aghast was love, and God could not destroy that.

The secret of life is to "die before you die" — and find that there is no death.

Solamente lo eterno de nosotros puede reconocer la temporalidad de lo temporal