Quotes About Eternity

A dreamer lives for eternity.

He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.

Life will always be forever But remember you will not So be remembered forever

People die but their good and bad memories live

The hours go by slow, but the days go by fast.

True Love Relationships fade, even die but the souls will always be one.

He created man,And man is born, and dies, and does not come again.

Mony a one for him maks mane,But nane sall ken where he is gane:O'er his white banes, when they are bare,The wind sall blaw for evermair.

Et in Arcadia ego [I too am in Arcadia].

Mors ultima ratio [Death is the final accounting].

He sweeps her hair back from her ears; he swings her above his head. He says she is his émerveillement. He says he will never leave her, not in a million years.

Do you think, Madame, that in heaven we will really get to see God face-to-face?" "We might." "What if you're blind?" "I'd expect that if God wants us to see something, we'll see it.

I will never leave you, not in a million years.

on her best days, she glimpses the limitless span of millennia behind her: millions of years, tens of millions.

God's truth? How long do these intolerable moments last for God? A trillionth of second? The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness. That's God's truth.

First we die, the woman says. "Then our bodies are buried. So we die two deaths." "Then in another world, folded inside the living world, we wait. We wait until everyone who knew us when we were children has died. And then the last of them dies, we finally die our third death.

Anna imagines Antonius Diogenes, whoever he was, setting knife to quill, quill to ink, ink to scroll, placing one more barricade in front of Aethon, stretching time for another purpose: to detain his niece in the living world for a little longer.

All the events of his life were compressing to singularity: one night, one hour.

had felt time settle over itself, imbricate and fix into place the vertigo of future aligning with the present.

Three a lucky number, Chryse always said: Father, Son, Holy Spirit. Birth, life, death. Past, present, future.

Four or five or six or a million heartbeats roll by.

the littlest streams, high on the mountain, small enough to dam with your hand, would eventually join the river, and that the river, though quick and violent, was but a drop in the eye of the great Ocean that encircles all the lands of the world, and contains every dream everyone has ever dreamed.

The grasses toss and shimmy. The horses nicker. Madame Manec says, almost whispering, "Now that I think about it, child, I expect heaven is a lot like this.

God's truth? How long do these intolerable moments last for God? A trillionth of a second? The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness. That's God's truth.