Quotes About Eternity

How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted o'er,In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,Wherein he puts alms for oblivion.

The primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom staleHer infinite variety; other women cloyThe appetites they feed, but she makes hungryWhere most she satisfies; for vilest thingsBecome themselves in her, that the holy priestsBless her when she is riggish.

O! hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace!

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live must die,Passing through nature to eternity.

For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.

Nor time nor placeDid then adhere.

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high,Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.

Two lads that thought there was no more behindBut such a day tomorrow as today,And to be boy eternal.

He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.

Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rime.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;This sensible warm motion to becomeA kneaded clod; and the delighted spiritTo bathe in fiery floods, or to resideIn thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,And blown with restless violence round aboutThe pendant world.

Duncan is in his grave;After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothingCan touch him further.

And my large kingdom for a little grave,A little little grave, an obscure grave.

O proud death!What feast is toward in thine eternal cell?

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedThe rich proud cost of outworn buried age,When sometime lofty towers I see down-rasedAnd brass eternal slave to mortal rage;When I have seen the hungry ocean gainAdvantage on the kingdom of the shore,And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,Increasing store with loss and loss with store.

Thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

The kingdom of perpetual night.

When you do dance, I wish youA wave o' the sea, that you might ever doNothing but that.

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

William Shakespeare

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.