Quotes About Eternity

Philosopher William Lane Craig reminds us that an infinite regress of causes is like trying to jump out of a bottomless pit. How do you start if you never reach the bottom? On the other hand, one might well ask, if every birth is a rebirth, what kamma was paid for in his first birth?

Dar pentru creÈ™tin, la moarte orice dorin?? care înainte era limitat? la carne va fi împlinit? în duh. Atingerea dup? care a tânjit în exterior va fi atunci interioar?. CredinÈ›a care înainte privea spre viitor va g?si atunci eternitatea.

We are alone in a world where everything is nothing and we are part of the divine.

DID JESUS RISE FROM THE DEAD?

Me he desprendido de los toscos lazos de la tierra, he revoloteado por el cielo sobre alas con brillo de júbilo … He extendido mi mano y tocado el rostro de Dios.2

Christ in you," said the apostle Paul, is "the hope of glory" (Col. 1:27).

Marriages that are Christ-centered are beautiful to behold and wonderful to enjoy. Romance as God intended it can last a lifetime.

Perhaps living in that hope now will make us act less petty on this side of heaven.

We hunger for pleasure that goes beyond the physical because ultimately we are spiritual beings.

neither goodness nor love alone is the goal. It is reverence, and it must be chosen even when it is hard and costly. This kind of love is a choice to let the sanctity of life dictate the commitment of the will. This kind of reverential love can look upon suffering and see it beyond the clutches of time and through the victory of eternity.

He wants us to see what it means to live through the lens of the eternal.

For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die . . .

Morality was never a means of salvation for anyone. The moral threads of a life were intended to reflect and honor the God we serve; they are not a means of entering Heaven.

Who Made God? Copyright © 2003 by Ravi Zacharias and Norman Geisler

friends and relations who have lived, and faced death, in the light of the resurrection story, or in the quiet acceptance that they have a future after they die.1

As Julie Andrews once sang, "Nothing came from nothing. Nothing ever could.

Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die . . . It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action? How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever.

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. (The October Game)

It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.