Quotes About Eternity

In his den the monster keep, Giver of eternal sleep.

It is the dead Not the living, who make the longest demands: We die for ever...

I owe more to the dead, with whom I will spend a much longer time, than I will ever owe to the living.

Never to have been born is best. Everyone knows that, and a close second, once you have appeared in this life, is a quick return, as soon as you can, to where you came from.

None of your power follows you through life.

O god— all come true, all burst to light! O light—now let me look my last on you!

But surely they will shroud my corpse with Theban dust?

Beni b?rak?n, b?rak?n, teselliye ihtiyac?m yok, zira ?st?rab?m?n düÄŸümleri çözülmez, ?st?raplar?m?n sonu yoktur, inlemelerim öylesine sonsuz.

We have only a little time to please the living, But all eternity to love the dead.

S takva djela dika mi je mrijet, Jer draga do njeg - do dragog ?u u grob le?, U?iniv sveti grijeh. Ta dulje svi?at se Ja svijetu moram onom negol' ovome, Jer ondje dovijek ?u po?ivat. Svi?a l' se Onako tebi, zakon božji pogazi!

And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent and its restless or ineffectual activism has come to an end, when everything around you is still, as it is in eternity, then eternity asks you and every individual in these millions and millions about only one thing: whether you have lived in despair or not.

If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the bottom of everything there were only a wild ferment, a power that twisting in dark passions produced everything great or inconsequential; if an unfathomable, insatiable emptiness lay hid beneath everything, what would life be but despair?

What distinguishes all love from lust is the fact that it bears an impress of eternity.

The misfortune of our time is just this, that it has become simply nothing else but 'time', the temporal, which is impatient of hearing anything about eternity.

If the generations of man passed through the world like a ship passing through the sea and the wind over the desert—a fruitless and a vain thing; if eternal oblivion were ever greedily watching for its prey and there existed no power strong enough to wrest it from its clutches—how empty were life then, and how dismal!

God creates everything out of nothing. And everything which God is to use, he first reduces to nothing.

Passion excites, earthly wisdom cools, but neither this heat nor this coolness, nor the blending of the heat and coolness is the pure air of the eternal. There is in this heat something ardent, and in this coolness something sharp, and in the blending of the two something indefinite, or an unconscious deceitfulness, as in the hazardous season of spring. But this 'thou shalt love' takes away all the unsoundness and preserves the soundness of eternity.

No matter how many leaves would the tree of your soul have in front of the intense heat in the words of Time in this world, they can never shade the eternity lost inside you.

I adore you, my greatest love, as only through you I can find my moment's eternity.

Parallel lines meet in eternity but Parallel lives meet for tea

Life for the living, and rest for the dead!

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

Praise day at night, and life at the end.

Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death!