Quotes About Eternity

The Kingdom of God includes all of the saved on earth at any given time.

O amor deseja a eternidade da coisa amada.

A alma é o lugar onde o amor guarda o que não aconteceu, sob a forma da imaginação, para que aconteça sempre.

Talvez seja por isso que os navegadores navegam: porque no perigo e no abismo eles veem refletida a eternidade.

Um desejo esperado pode ser sonhado pela humanidade inteira, não conhece nem tempo nem espaço. Mas um fato está condenado a se perder na distância e no tempo.

Não há razões para a alegria. Ela é uma fonte da eternidade que emerge no tempo.

You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs.

Die Kunst ist ewig, ihre Formen wandeln sich. (The art is eternal, their shapes are changing.)

A day, whether six or seven ago, or more than six thousand years ago, is just as near to the present as yesterday. Why? Because all time is contained in the present Now-moment.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,Baa! Baa! Baa!We're little black sheep who've gone astray,Baa—aa—aa!Gentlemen rankers out on the spree,Damned from here to Eternity,God ha' mercy on such as we,Baa! Yah! Baa!

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried,When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died,We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it—lie down for an eon or two,Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.

A book is the only immortality.

The book is the only immortality.

How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.

This love is the rose that blooms forever.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

Is what I say true? Say yes quickly, if you know, if you've known it from before the beginning of the universe.

My soul is from Elsewhere. I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

I detested you, at the moment of my death... My soul cannot move beyond that... As long as you live, I cannot rest! -Kikyo to Kagome

They say that the Dead die not, but remain Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth. I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these, In wise majestic melancholy train, And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas, And men, coming and going on the earth.

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

Until death comes, all is life.

And until death comes, all is life.

Perhaps the wind is made up of ghosts. Perhaps this wind contains the ghosts of all the people who have lived, died and want to come in again from the cold.