Quotes About Eternity

And when, amid no earthly moans,Down, down that town shall settle hence,Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,Shall do it reverence.

You grow to heaven. You don't go to heaven.

Out of me unworthy and unknownThe vibrations of deathless music.

All, all, are sleeping on the hill.

There is no marriage in Heaven, but there is love.

With shells from the river cover me, cover me. I lived in wonder, worshipping earth and heaven. I have passed on the march eternal of endless life.

The desire to live life to its fullest, to acquire more knowledge, to abandon the economic treadmill, are all typical reactions to these experiences in altered states of consciousness. The previous fear of death is typically quelled. If the individual generally remains thereafter in the existential state of awareness, the deep internal feeling of eternity is quite profound and unshakable.

Kiss me yet once again, the last, long kiss, Until I draw your soul within my lips And drink down all your love.

Falsehood has a perennial spring.

For death is only a loss of radiance , and birth is only the beginning of a separate journey.

You were thus sailing down the rapid tide of time towards Eternity, without a single authoritative guide (having cast your chart overboard), except what you might fashion and forge on your own anvil,—except what you might guess, in fact.

El misterio radica también en la entrega del Padre. Dios no es hombre, movido por emociones pasajeras, sujeto al tiempo y al cambio. Él es el Creador eterno e inmutable.

For deeds do die, however nobly done,And thoughts of men do as themselves decay,But wise words taught in numbers for to run,Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.

All that in this delightful garden grows,Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.

Death slew not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

Who's that knocking on my grave and will not let me sleep, a year has one

And as it went my tortured soul (...) That all about me swirled the dust. Deep in the earth I rested now, Cool is its hands upon the brow And soft its breast beneath the head Of one who is so gladly dead.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that ia eternity.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

De mi cuerpo en descomposición crecerán flores, yo estaré en ellas, y eso es la eternidad

If the life of natural things, millions of years old, does not seem sacred to us, then what can be sacred? Human vanity alone?