Quotes About Eternity

We are too late for the gods and too early for Being.

Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and yet it remains constant in its passing away without being something temporal like the beings in time.

Für die Götter kommen wir zu spät und zu früh für das Seyn.

The great collapses, the small remains forever.

The great begins great, sustains itself only through the free recurrence of greatness, and if it is great, also comes to an end in greatness. ... Only the everyday understanding and small man imagine the great must ensure forever, a duration he then goes on to equate with the eternal.

As a young man with most of my life ahead of me, I decided early to give my life to something eternal and absolute. Not to these little gods that are here today and gone tomorrow. But to God who is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Will we continue to march to the drumbeat of conformity and respectability, or will we, listening to the beat of a more distant drum, move to its echoing sounds? Will we march only to the music of time, or will we, risking criticism and abuse, march to the soulsaving music of eternity?

I hope you can find some consolation from Christianity's affirmation that death is not the end. Death is not a period that ends the great sentence of life, but a comma that punctuates it to more lofty significance. Death is not a blind alley that leads the human race into a state of nothingness, but an open door which leads man into life eternal.

It isn't about being or not being dead. It's about what you leave behind.

But of one thing he was convinced: if le bon Dieu was half as wise and merciful as they said, then he would want dogs and horses in heaven.

I've been ready to die since before you was Born!

When she died, what would matter except that she loved and was loved in return?

The time is here for me to leave this life. I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith. —II Timothy, 4:6-

That death followed life and life was renewed once again, over and over with the steadiness of the seasons.

He offered his arm and she took it. And the world was the same place. And forever different.

Could a love of that magnitude die? If it was true love, could it ever die? Was there such a thing as true love?

Stanbrook once told me, he said, that suicide is the worst kind of selfishness, as it is often a plea to specific people who are left stranded in the land of the living, unable for all eternity to answer the plea

There is no such thing as time. There is only our reaction to the inexorable progress of life.

My mind cannot grasp forever, she told him. There must surely be an end somewhere. But the big question is-what it beyond the end?

I will love you all my life and even beyond that," he said. "You will always be my only love.

But really there was no hurry. It is time to love, he had said downstairs. And time was not always just one second long or even one minute or one hour. Those were artificial divisions, imposed by humankind. Time was infinite. And it was time to love... ...Even infinity had an end. They had loved. And somehow having loved was quite as beautiful as loving. For of course there was no real end to it. Infinity might have an end, but love did not.

She wanted it to last forever. She wanted him in her. She wanted release. She could not endure much longer without release. But not yet. Not yet. She wanted the wanting him to go on forever. She did not want thought or sanity or the cold and cruel world to come back. She wanted this to go on forever.

Then he half raised himself from the ground, threw his arms into the air, and fell forward in his side. He was dead.

Nada hay nuevo bajo el sol... Cada acto o cada cosa tiene un precedente en el pasado.