Quotes About Eternity

For who would lose,Though full of pain, this intellectual being,Those thoughts that wander through eternity,To perish rather, swallow'd up and lostIn the wide womb of uncreated night,Devoid of sense and motion?

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.The mind is its own place, and in itselfCan make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.

Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.

Death… on his pale horse.

Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.

Methought I saw my late espoused saintBrought to me like Alcestis from the grave.

Yet some there be that by due steps aspireTo lay their just hands on that golden keyThat opes the palace of Eternity.

The never-ending flightOf future days.

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls

Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.

O my Savior, Shield, and Sun,   Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend,   Every precious name in one;   I will love thee without end.

I would choose so to live that I might stand boldly with my deed without regret throughout eternity.

None of us may ever know the true effects of our prayers this side of death. But we do know this: History belongs to the intercessors.

On Christ's glory I would fix all my thoughts and desires, and the more I see of the glory of Christ, the more the painted beauties of this world will wither in my eyes and I will be more and more crucified to this world. It will become to me like something dead and putrid, impossible for me to enjoy.

No man shall ever behold the glory of Christ by sight hereafter who does not in some measure behold it here by faith.

Would a soul continually eye His everlasting tenderness and compassion...[then] it could not bear an hour's absence from Him; whereas now, perhaps, it cannot watch with him one hour.

It seems like it has been forever. But i getbthe feeling that forever hasn't even started yet.

We are not human beings having a temporary spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a temporary human experience.

All that exists deserves to perish.

You get one pass at life. That's all. Only one. And the lasting measure of that life is Jesus Christ.

Do you love the cross because it makes much of you? Or do you love it because it enables you to enjoy and eternity of making much of God?