Quotes About Eternity

O tempo não é uma medida. Um ano não conta, dez anos não representam nada. Ser artista não significa contar, é crescer como a árvore que não apressa a sua seiva e resiste, serena, aos grandes ventos da primavera, sem temer que o verão possa não vir. O verão há de vir. Mas só vem para aqueles que sabem esperar, tão sossegados como se tivessem na frente a eternidade.

Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you. (Letters on Life)

We of the here-and-now are not for a moment satisfied in the world of time, nor are we bound in it; we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. In that vast open world, all beings are ? one cannot say contemporaneous, for the very fact that time has ceased determines that they all are . ?from letter to Witold Hulewicz (November 13, 1929)

Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love... Life always says Yes and No simultaneously. Death (I implore you to believe) is the true Yea-sayer. It stands before eternity and says only: Yes.

are patient, who are simply there in their vast, quiet tranquillity, as if eternity lay before them. It is a lesson I learn every day amid hardships I am thankful for: patience is all!

A year doesn't matter; ten years are nothing. To be an artist means not to compute or count; it means to ripen as the tree, which does not force its sap, but stands unshaken in the storms of spring with no fear that summer might not follow. It will come regardless. But it comes only to those who live as though eternity stretches before them, carefree, silent, and endless.

Here is no thoroughly mature and clean sex world, but one that is not sufficiently human, that is only male, is heat, intoxication and restlessness, and laden with the old prejudices and arrogances with which man has disfigured and burdened love. Because he loves as man only, not as human being, for this reason there is in his sexual feeling something narrow, seeming wild, spiteful, time-bound, uneternal, that diminishes his art and makes it ambiguous and doubtful.

Don't you see how everything that happens is always a beginning again, and could it not be His beginning, given that beginnings are in themselves always so beautiful?

And surely of all the stars that perished long ago, one still exists. I think that I know which one it is-- which one, at the end of its beam in the sky, stands like a white city . . .

Mädchen, Dichter sind, die von euch lernen das zu sagen, was ihr einsam seid; und sie lernen leben an euch Fernen, wie die Abende an großen Sternen sich gewöhnen an die Ewigkeit.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Wenn ihr mich sucht, sucht mich in euren Herzen. Habe ich dort eine Bleibe gefunden, lebe ich in euch weiter.

Si hubiera consciencia como la nuestra en el seguro animal que viene a nuestro encuentro en otra dirección, nos cogería violentamente y nos haría dar la vuelta con su cambio. Pero su ser es para él infinito, suelto y no mira a su estado, puro como su mirada hacia adelante. Y donde nosotros vemos futuro, allí ve él Todo y a sí mismo en Todo y a salvo para siempre.

Summer might come after. It does come. But it comes only to the patient ones, who are there as if eternity lay in front of them.

If the heart longs for nothing but to be new and unlimited, the world is instantly the same as on the day of its creation and infinite.

A ella sólo nosotros la vemos; el animal libre tiene siempre su ocaso detrás de si y ante sí tiene a Dios, y cuando anda, anda en la eternidad, como andan las fuentes. Nosotros nunca tenemos, ni siquiera un solo día, el espacio puro ante nosotros, al que las flores se abren infinitamente.

O futuro é fixo, meu caro senhor Kappus, nós é que estamos sempre em movimento no espaço infinito.

With the help of such impressions you regain your composure, win your way back out of the demands of the talking and chattering multtude (how voluble it is!), and you slowly learn to recognize the very few things in which something everlasting can be felt, something you can love, something solitary in which you can take part in silence.

Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit, als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten; sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde. Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit. Wir alle fallen. Diese Hand da fällt. Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in allen. Und doch ist Einer, welcher dieses Fallen unendlich sanft in seinen Händen hält.

When I read a good book, I wish my life were three thousand years long.

The secret of poetry is never explained - is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, & the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, & knows not that they are such. 'Tis as easy as breath. 'Tis like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, & none knows what it is.

Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

I believe in Eternity. I can find Greece, Palestine, Italy, Spain, and the Islands, - the Genius and creative Principle of each and of all eras, in my own mind.