Quotes About Eternity

Unlike the everlasting soul, the mind has many parts, it constantly changes, and there is no reason to think it is eternal.

Those unable to afford the new miracle treatments – the vast majority of people – will be beside themselves with rage. Throughout history, the poor and oppressed comforted themselves with the thought that at least death is even-handed – that the rich and powerful will also die. The poor will not be comfortable with the thought that they have to die, while the rich will remain young and beautiful for ever.

The Bible thinks it is perfectly all right to destroy all animals as punishment for the crimes of Homo sapiens, as if the existence of giraffes, pelicans and ladybirds has lost all purpose if humans misbehave. The Bible could not imagine a scenario in which God repents having created Homo sapiens, wipes this sinful ape off the face of the earth, and then spends eternity enjoying the antics of ostriches, kangaroos and panda bears.

But the soul has no parts. You might argue that human souls did not evolve, but appeared one bright day in the fullness of their glory. But when exactly was that bright day?

If God knew in advance that a particular person would use her free will to choose evil, and that as a result she would be punished for this by eternal tortures in hell, why did God create her?

I have written my name on the far side of the sky.

people should be able to say of me: He has lived, therefore he lives.

Did life really matter? Could hopes and dreams and plans and life end so quickly, so terribly? She looked at the sky. Was anything there besides stars? What did it all mean? What was God? Who was God?

Time is as necessary for remembering as it is for forgetting. Even the smallest embrace of pain needs time larger than a pause; the greatest pause requires an eternity, the greatest hurt a lifetime. A lifetime is longer than eternity: an eternity can exist without human presence.

The sun's champagne streamed from one body into another. And there was a couple on the green silk of the grass, covered by a raspberry umbrella. Only their feet and a little bit of lace could be seen. In the magnificent universe beneath the raspberry umbrella, with closed eyes, they drank in the sparkling madness ... they were immortal. What did it matter that in another far-away universe people would be killing each other?

Death is the ultimate storm. The survival of one's life experience, one's "house," is a pressing issue for all men, whether regenerate or not. The soul that must pass into eternity without Christ leaves behind a wreckage that is pitiful indeed. But so may a real Christian leave behind such wreckage. A life not lived on the firm foundation of divine truth invites disaster, no matter who lives it.

Immortal beings have been compared to stars, these are existences that linger on long after the death of the thing itself.

When all that's left of us is the pure untainted consciousness without form, we'll know what it means when the last human breath expires.

Consciousness is endless, from one incarnation to the next. It simply will and does manifest in other places and times, regardless of what becomes of the human race.

All of these things considered, it is not surprising that one can detect echoes, correspondences and even an eternal return or two within the work of a single author. The passage of time does bring changes, yea and alas; but still, I would recognize myself anywhere.

Death is the only god that comes when you call.

Once a Buddha, always a Buddha.

Death is the only real elegance.

When Zhuangzi was about to die, his disciples expressed a desire to give him a sumptuous burial. Zhuangzi said, "I will have heaven and earth for my coffin and coffin shell, the sun and moon for my pair of jade discs, the stars and constellations for my pearls and beads, and the ten thousand things for my parting gifts. The furnishings for my funeral are already prepared - what is there to add?

Little understanding cannot come up to great understanding; the short-lived cannot come up to the long-lived.

Live as you will have wished to have lived when you are dying." —Christian Furchtegott Gellert

I win not because of my own efforts or my own goodness, but rather through the grace, love, and mercy of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. He died so that I might win this game of life and live with Him forever.

Of a promise," Raamo said. "I dreamed of a promise that has always been, and always will be.

Forest is and was and will be. Root and roof and all between. Pan-fruit feed me, nid-bough hold me, Peace and Joy be ever green.