Quotes About Eternity

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

Mevcudat içinde en k?ymettar, hayatt?r. Ve vazifeler içinde en k?ymettar; hayata hizmettir. Ve hidemat-? hayatiye içinde en k?ymettar?; hayat-? fâniyenin hayat-? bâkiyeye ink?lab etmesi için sa'y etmektir. ?u hayat?n bütün k?ymeti ve ehemmiyeti ise; hayat-? bâkiyeye çekirder ve mebde ve men?e olmas? cihetindedir.

FAN?Y?M FAN? OLANI ?STEMEM... AC?Z?M AC?Z OLANI ?STEMEM.... RUHUMU RAHMANA TESL?M EYLED?M GAYR ?STEMEM... ?STER?M FAKAT B?R YAR-I BAK? ?STER?M... ZERREY?M FAKAT B?R ?EMS-? SERMET ?STER?M... H?Ç ENDER H?Ç?M FAKAT BU MEVCUDATI B?RDEN ?STER?M..

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up tomorrow.

God washes the eyes by tears until they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.

Some folks think that Christianity means a kind of insurance policy, and that it has little to do with this life, but that it is a very good thing when a man dies.

The great men of earth are the shadowy men, who, having lived and died, now live again and forever through their undying thoughts.

We go to the grave of a friend, saying, "A man is dead;" but angels throng about him, saying, "A man is born."

Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.

We have the promises of God as thick as daisies in summer meadows, that death, which men most fear, shall be to us the most blessed of experiences, if we trust in him. Death is unclasping; joy, breaking out in the desert; the heart, come to its blossoming time! Do we call it dying when the bud bursts into flower?

No grief has a right to immortality. That ground belongs to joy, to hope, to faith.

We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.

Men think religion bears the same relation to life that flowers do to trees. The tree must grow through a long period before the blossoming time; so they think religion is to be a blossom just before death, to secure heaven. But the Bible represents religion, not as the latest fruit of life, but as the whole of it--beginning, middle, and end. It is simply right living.

St. Peter:  ââ'¬Å"Who is knocking at my gate?" Voice: "It is I." St. Peter: "Go away, we don't need any more school teachers here!

Death is with you all the time you get deeper in it as you move towards it, but it's not unfamiliar to you. It's always been there, so what becomes unfamiliar to you when you pass away from the moment is really life.

They both looked at each other then, and in her eyes he saw a sudden, unexpected flash of what forever might look like.

Oh, blessed quality of books, that makes them a refuge from living! For in a book everything can be made to fit in, all tedium can be skipped over, and the intense moments can be made timeless and eternal.

To come from God, is to come from divine wisdom, love, and truth.

We cannot make things true by any amount of effort; we can merely discover what God has made true from all eternity.

The past will become the future. The future will become the past.

Walter Benjamin's conviction that the past contains within it an orientation toward its own redemption, that what he called the "time of now" is "shot through with chips of Messianic time." (Kenneth Rexroth used the same word: "scattered chips / Of pale cold light that was alive.") If eternity, all the past and every future, flits through every moment, then we can grab it there.

This is perhaps a more useful way to think about the shape of time—not as a line or an arrow or a circle or a spiral, but something living, a circle that expands out of sight, invisible roots that grow and grow even as the parts we can see die off. "The world is always new," wrote Ursula K. Le Guin, "however old its roots.

The desert enforces its own perspective. It shrinks you and puts eternity in the foreground. If you're open to it, and don't mind a diminished role in this drama, it insists, quietly, on the surging beauty of all things and non-things living and dead and not-formally-alive.

Oh my ghost came by Said who do you love the most Who you wanna call before you die Oh hey heaven is the place we know Heaven is the arms that hold us Long before we go