Quotes About Eternity

Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And has the nature of infinity.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.

But thou art with us, with us in the past, The present, with us in the times to come. There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair, No languor, no dejection, no dismay, No absence scarcely can there be, for those Who love as we do. Speed thee well!

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way.

Trailing clouds of Glory do we come, from God, who is our home...

Whenever there comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever"- Winnie the Pooh.

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.

The Three Oddest Words When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word nothing, I make something no nonbeing can hold.

The indwelling Holy Spirit seems to say, "Don't doubt. God loves you. You don't understand why you must suffer now, but one day you will say, 'Father, I thank You for the troubles and trials which I passed through.'" When you enter the gate of eternity, you will say, "Praise the Lord for the sufferings and tests which fell upon me on my journey. God used them to transform me.

if we lust for ease and comfort today—caring only for ourselves, stopping halfway, and giving up our rights in the matter of pursuing the Lord—we will not be able to recover those rights; neither will there be any compensation for them. This is an eternal loss.

According to my experience, I can testify that both riches and poverty pass away, but God abides. Whether we are rich or poor, God is.

Ich finde es einen wunderschönen Gedanken, dass etwas, das ein Mensch vor über hundert Jahren niedergeschrieben hat, noch immer da ist. Der Mensch selbst ist schon lange verschwunden, und vielleicht sogar schon vergessen, aber seine Gedanken sind immer noch da. Bücher sind Boten aus der Vergangenheit, weißt du? Botschaften aus der Vergangenheit für die Menschen der Zukunft. Wie kleine Zeitmaschinen.

Even the tiniest plant that blooms for a fortnight and then is seen no more is vaster in its metaphysical roots than the entire cosmos in its visible form: for these roots extend into eternity. And how much more does this apply to man! "Before I formed thee in the womb, I knew the" (Jer. 1:5)

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying.

History is the same thing over and over again.

Sex and death. Two things that come once in a lifetime. But at least after death you're not nauseous.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. . . . I want to achieve it through not dying.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying. I don't want to live on in the hearts of my countrymen; I want to live on in my apartment.

three thousand realms in a single moment of life.

Our real self is not the captive of Space and Time

The ephemeral spectator of an eternal spectacle, man raises his eyes a moment to the sky, then shuts them forever; yet during that brief moment granted him, from every point of the sky, from every limit of the universe, a consoling beam is cast from each world and meets his gaze to tell him that there is indeed a connection between infinity and him, and that he is part of eternity.