Quotes About Eternity

It happened like this, if it happened at all. I would rather go up to heaven by myself than be pushed by cherubs.

One. Margaret's own faith held firm. She knew the human soul will be merged, if it be merged at all, with the stars and the sea.

We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness.

Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave.

Clive pulled him back into themselves. He murmured something about Eternity in an hour: Maurice did not understand, but the voice soothed him.

And now we shan't be parted no more, and that's finished.

A novel must give a sense of permanence as well as a sense of life.

all. I would rather go up to heaven by myself than be pushed by cherubs; and if I got there I should like my friends to lean out of it, just as they do here.

We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice.

God si Love.

We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. I don't believe in this world sorrow.

It seems to me that here and there in life we meet with a person or incident that is symbolical. It's nothing in itself, yet for the moment it stands for some eternal principle. We accept it, at whatever costs, and we have accepted life. But if we are frightened and reject it, the moment, so to speak, passes; the symbol is never offered again.

The Sun never sets. It is we who rise think to shine.

And there came to him a feeling which he had often had before in many different places--that he himself was a part of all this, the great, blind, wistful soul of mankind, which had been here before he was born and would be here when he was dead--still groping, yearning, struggling upward, on and on--to something distant as the sun. And still would he be part of it all, through the eager lives of his children.

He saw each of his daughters, part of himself. And he remembered what Judith had said: 'You will live on in our children's lives.' And he began to get glimmerings of a new immortality, made up of generations, an endless succession of other lives extending into the future.

I wonder if it won't be the same with the children as it has been with us. No matter how long each one of them lives, won't their lives feel to them unfinished like ours, only just beginning? I wonder how far they will go. And then their children will grow up and it will be the same with them. Unfinished lives. Oh, dearie, what children all of us are.

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be. . .and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, SEE, this is new It hath been already of old time, which was before us. There is no remembrance of former things.

Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to "die before you die" --- and find that there is no death.

Ever since I was a little girl, I was taught that my primary purpose was to become a goddess in heaven so that I could multiply an earth. I wanted that. I wanted to become a goddess with my husband... to be eternally pregnant and look down on an earth and say, "That's mine, and all those babies down there, I had!

pereunt et imputantur mors ianua vitae

Life is too short. Don't walk. Don't run. Fly.

Miss me, but let me go.

Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces

And neither the angels in Heaven aboveNor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.