Quotes About Eternity

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

This is the comfort of the godly: the grave cannot hold them, and they live as soon as they die. For death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity.

This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

For death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity.

WHAT WE GIVE TO THE POOR IS WHAT WE TAKE WITH US WHEN WE DIE.

One death is the parent of a thousand lives

eternity, where time does not exist and so the future and the past are both the present.

El sol se esconde para alzarse de nuevo, el día es engullido por la oscuridad de la noche para nacer de ella, tan puro como si nunca se hubiera apagado.

Se preguntaba por qué el amor había esperado tanto, por qué había aguardado hasta el momento en que los límites del contacto y la renuncia humana se habían reducido al tamaño de aquel recordatorio que llevaba en la billetera: In Memoriam...

Was the universe eternal?

Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole.

all-good, like the vain, capricious, cruel God of Job? With all of eternity at His disposal, what fiendish new tortures might He not devise? A limited

Ah! I intended never never to grow old … Listen: New Year's Bell!

I know you will remember this — that nothing good ever ends. If it did, there would be no people in the world — no life at all, anywhere. And the world is full of people and full of wonderful life.

The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;If not, why then, this parting was well made.

Spite of cormorant devouring Time.

As many farewells as be stars in heaven.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,Bliss in our brows bent.