Quotes About Eternity

L'avenir est à Dieu, le présent est à nous, mais le passé est au néant.

On ne s'occupe pas assez, chez nous, de la dernière demeure de ceux qu'on aime : on pare leur lit d'un jour, et on oublie leur couche de l'éternité !

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It was not man who implanted in himself what is infinite and the love of what is immortal: those lofty instincts are not the offspring of his capricious will; their steadfast foundation is fixed in human nature, and they exist in spite of his efforts. He may cross and distort them – destroy them he cannot. The soul wants which must be satisfied; and whatever pains be taken to divert it from itself, it soon grows weary, restless, and disquieted amidst the enjoyments of sense.

Sixty years is too brief a compass for man's imagination. The incomplete joys of this world can never satisfy his heart.

Man springs out of nothing, crosses time, and disappears forever in the bosom of God; he is seen but for a moment, staggering on the verge of the two abysses, and there he is lost.

He was dead. He knew he was dead. He refused to submit to eternity. He beat again into the unknown.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

Jill and I have known each other our whole lives. One house separates our houses but we act as if it doesn't exist. We met before we were born and we'll probably still know each other after we die. At least, that's the way we're planning it.

When you fall in love like that, time doesn't matter. This was the secret he told Maria, the last words he ever said. What belonged to you once, will always belong to you. Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

Maria Owens did what she did for a reason. She was young and she thought damning anyone who loved us would protect us. But what she had with that terrible man wasn't love. She didn't understand that when you truly love someone and they love you in return, you ruin your lives together. That is not a curse, it's what life is, my girl. We all come to ruin, we turn to dust, but whom we love is the thing that lasts.

Remember what I've told you. Remember me.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

A lifetime is a lifetime whether it lasts one night or a hundred years.

Love has nothing to do with time or space.

Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost.

Stone should last forever, but on that night I came to understand that a stone was only another form of dust. Streams of holy dust loomed in the air, and every breath included remnants of the Temple, so that we inhaled that which was meant to stand through eternity.

Unable are the Loved to die, for Love is Immortality," Jet said, quoting Emily Dickinson.

Time is out there. Everything that ever happened is still happening. For instance, if I took your hand in mine." Which he did as he was speaking. "It would be happening for hundreds of years.

He opened his eyes for an instant. Other people were writing and melting, but my brother stopped his flight long enough to look at me. An instant that would have to last forever. And then the flames rose higher and my brother was gone.

The doctor thought of his old horse in the field whom he missed more than he ever would have thought possible. He thought of Liza Hull kissing her baby good-bye, and of his grandson in his hospital bed, and of all the people he'd seen enter this world and those he'd helped leave it behind. He was a lucky man to be sitting beside Elinor in the garden in the last green days of May. He had loved her for so many years, he would just go on doing it, with or without

My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father.