Quotes About Eternity

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

Desire and love act at cross purposes. love is a net cast on eternity, desire is a stratagem to be spared the chores of net weaving. True to their nature, love would strive to perpetuate the desire. Desire, on the other hand, would shun love's shackles.

vivimos en una época de re-ciclaje en la que nada parece morir del todo, de la misma forma que nada, ni siquiera la vida eterna, parece destinado a durar para siempre.

Desire and love act at cross purposes. love is a net cast on eternity, desire is a stratagem to be spared the chores of net weaving. True to their nature, love would strive to perpetuate the desire. Desire, on the other hand, would shun love's shackles.

I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.

To be saved is here, local and mortal

in art, we do not run to keep up with random moments, we select & create the moment occurring forever:

It isn't just the dying part; it's the thought of the day coming when I will have already been dead five, ten, two hundred years. All those centuries piling on top of me, like so many fallen trees. The fact that I will neither know nor care is of little comfort because I'm not, as yet, dead. The only cure for the fear of death is death.

Unless one learns how to relish the taste of Sabbath … one will be unable to enjoy the taste of eternity in the world to come.

The Sabbath is the presence of God in the world, open to the soul of man." God is not in things of space, but in moments of time.

Time...which is eternity in disguise.

A world without time would be a world without God, a world existing in and by itself, without renewal, without a Creator.

Six days a week we wrestle with the world, wringing profit from the earth; on the Sabbath we especially care for the seed of eternity planted in the soul. The world has our hands, but our soul belongs to Someone Else. Six days a week we seek to dominate the world, on the seventh day we try to dominate the self.

The words of the Bible are sources of spirit. They carry fire to the soul and evoke our lost dignity out of our hidden origins. Illumined, we suddenly remember, we suddenly recover the strength of endless longing to sense eternity in time.

God is not in things of space, but in moments of time.

It is not utility that we seek in religion but eternity.

All we own is a passing intention, but what comes about will outlive and surpass our power.

We often feel how poor the edifice would be were it built exclusively of our rituals and deeds which are so awkward and often so obtrusive. How else express glory in the presence of eternity, if not by the silence of abstaining from noisy acts?

A great event, miraculous as it may be, if it happened only once, will hardly be able to dominate forever the mind of man.

in times like the present, men should utter nothing for which they would not willingly be responsible through time and eternity.

Every one desires to live long, but no one would be old.

Alles zerfällt im Augenblicke, wenn man nicht ein Dasein erschaffen hat, das über dem Sarge noch fortdauert. Um wen bei seinem Alter Söhne, Enkel und Urenkel stehen, der wird oft tausend Jahre alt.

Though our setting for all these essays has been winter, our true subject has been time. We share a sense of timeless winter, of eternal winter as the place where time stands still, the poles as places permanently outside of our dailiness, the snow as nature's secret…we could lose the polar icecaps but would not stop hearing winter music.