Quotes About Eternity

our suffering has meaning and purpose in God's eternal plan, and He brings or allows to come into our lives only that which is for His glory and our good.

And we should remember that God works in history from an eternal perspective, whereas we tend to view the outworking of history from a temporal perspective.

Not only has the debt (of our sins) been fully paid, there is no possibility of ever going into debt again.

He has designed His eternal purpose so that His glory and our good are inextricably bound together.

Nothing of Eternal Value is ever accomplished apart from prayer.

One may hope that in the very moment of death, lost souls turn to God, and instead of passing through the gates of hell to hopeless eternal misery, they go instead to purgatory.

To believe in God is to believe not only that love is stronger than death but also that joy is stronger than boredom.

Had it been possible for me to fix the plane permanently in the sky, to defy the winds and clouds and all the forces pushing it upward and pulling it earthward, I would have willingly done so. I would have stayed in my seat with my eyes closed, all strength and passion gone, my mind as quiescent as a coat rack under a forgotten hat, and I would have remained there, timeless, unmeasured, unjudged, bothering no one, suspended forever between my past and my future.

Sus cenizas volaron por el aire en una danza con el viento, en un feliz encuentro entre el olvido y el recuerdo

What business does memory have with time?

Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.

Sólo existe certeza con respecto al pasado, y con respecto al futuro, la certeza de la muerte.

When we love each other we are immortal and indestructible like the heartbeat and the rain and the wind.

Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light honey of blossoms and would not find them and later it would fall asleep on millennial marble, weakened by then, until the grip of the delicate, tenacious feet loosened and it fell, a thin leaf of premature autumn.

To be alone—the eternal refrain of life. It wasn't better or worse than anything else. One talked too much about it. One was always and never alone. A violin, suddenly—somewhere out of a twilight—in a garden on the hills around Budapest. The heavy scent of chestnuts. The wind. And dreams crouched on one's shoulders like young owls, their eyes becoming lighter in the dusk. A night that never became night. The hour when all women were beautiful.

Our knowledge of life is limited to death. What will happen afterwards? And what can possibly become of us?

Mes amžinai pamirštam, kad gyvenam šitoje planetoje tik trump? laik?. Tod?l ir ?sigyjame absoliu?iai klaiding? pasaulio kompleks?. Lyg b?tue žmon?s, kuriems b?t? duota gyventi amžinai.

A miracle is never perfect when it happens, there are always little disappointments. But once it's gone for good and nothing can change it, memory could make it perfect and then it would never change. If I can just call it to life now, won't it always stay the same? Won't it stay with me as long as I live?

With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement. In

It was not any recognition of their beauty and their significance that attracted us, but the communion, the feeling of a comradeship with the things and events of our existence, which cut us off and made the world of our parents a thing incomprehensible to us—for then we surrendered ourselves to events and were lost in them, and the least little thing was enough to carry us down the stream of eternity.

M?s ar katru dienu vair?k mirstam, bet ar? ar katru dienu ilg?k dz?vojam [..] nekas netiek izn?cin?ts, un, kas neko negrib patur?t, tam pieder viss.

Kui lähestikku on eilne ja tänane, surm ja elu.

Femeia-etern? enigm?.

All the despair, terror and anguish of hundreds of souls passing into eternity composed that awful cry.