Quotes About Eternity

This land, although not my native land, Will be remembered forever. And the sea's lightly iced, Unsalty water. The sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk, The air is heady, like wine, And the rosy body of the pines Is naked in the sunset hour. And the sunset itself on such waves of ether That I just can't comprehend Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.

That was when the ones who smiled Were the dead, glad to be at rest.

A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays bare the rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

You may admire, even love those photographs, but you don't look at them and think What happened next? They have an immutable quality - that's their strength and power. But there's no question embedded in them. There's a question embedded in all your work, that sense of 'what happens next.

Writing is the gift of your presence forever.

There is perfect love in Heaven!

And then I saw the eternal stars twinkling down upon me; I knew their God was mine.

I wish to go on living even after my death.

Vreau s? continui s? tr?iesc, chiar ?i dup? ce am murit.

I want to go on living even after death

I want to go on living even after my death!

Now she and I sit together in her room and eat chocolate, and I tell her that in a very long time when we both to go heaven, we should try to get chairs next to each other, close to the dessert table.

There really is only today, although luckily that is also the eternal now.

Time is so full for people who are dying in a conscious way, full in the way that life is for children. They spend big round hours.

Scientists say we are made of stars, and I believe them, although my upper arms look like hell. Maybe someday the stars will reabsorb me. Maybe, as fundamentalist Christians have shared with me, I will rot in hell for all eternity, which I would hate, because I am very sensitive. Besides, I have known hell, and I have also known love. Love was bigger.

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven

History is the love that enters us through death.

The good past is so far away and the near past is so horrible and the future is so perilous, that the present has a chance to expand into a golden eternity of here and now.

The sunrise shell has the eternal validity of all beautiful and fleeting things.

I believe in an individual soul which travels through eternity. This life is far from all there is--in fact, it is a minute part, simply an antechamber, a deciding place where we choose the light from the dark, where we come to know what we truly value.

The people to be saved stretched without end into the future.

Christ to Satan, we are cut from the same cloth, every one of us. And we have the choice to be in eternity anything we wish. Man or woman. Genius or idiot, and all between. Physical beauty means nothing. God sees the heart. Wealth is only a test of what we would do with it. It is a loan from God, as are our talents, a way to prove whether we will use them well or ill. The judgment is awaiting us.

After all, the God she believed in cared for every soul, and what happened to the body left behind mattered not at all.

Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?