Quotes About Eternity

The instant made eternity—And heaven just prove that I and sheRide, ride together, forever ride?

He said, "What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes!Man has Forever."

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us,Burns, Shelley, were with us—they watch from their graves!

And then how I shall lie through centuries,And hear the blessed mutter of the mass,And see God made and eaten all day long,And feel the steady candle flame, and tasteGood strong thick stupefying incense smoke!

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

If there's another world, he lives in bliss;If there is none, he made the best of this.

This day Time winds th' exhausted chain,To run the twelvemonth's length again.

The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.

All places are distant from heaven alike.

Ars moriendi ars vivendi est: the art of dying is the art of living. I had read that somewhere in my postgraduate days and remembered it as I sat at his side. Jason died as he had lived, in the heroic pursuit of understanding. His gift to the world would be the fruits of that understanding, not hoarded but freely distributed.

Heaven, for the climate. Hell, for the company.

Consciousness, like matter, like energy, is preserved.

recalled Mark Twain's reply to a similar question: Heaven, for the climate. Hell, for the company.

There are so many kinds of time. The time by which we measure our lives. Months and years. Or the big time, the time that raises mountains and makes stars. Or all the things that happen between one heartbeat and the next. Its hard to live in all those kinds of times. Easy to forget that you live in all of them.

and even if we live for another eighty years, it is but a drop in the ocean of the vastness of time, and it passes always more quickly than we imagine.

Time is an artificial concept that we ourselves have created to make the limitlessness of eternity and the universe more bearable, more human.

patience is the supreme virtue of the gods, who have nothing but time.

Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. —Franz Kafka

Tak usah cemas, akan banyak waktu untuk tidur setelah kita mati.

Ars Longa Which is crueller Vita Brevis life or art?

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose above the great mountainous island of Tremalking. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.