Quotes About Eternity

What is any achievement, however great it was, once time itself is dead?

She could've stared into those eyes for a thousand years and never noticed the time passing by.

Time does not die; only people.

Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is.

Time keeps on... slippin'... slippin'... slippin' into the future.

I take it that I must be the eternal playfellow of time. For piety and common-sense and death are rightfully time's toys; and it is with these three that I divert myself.

Forever is a very long time Peter

Time to die. -Evil Angel

Time went by, which is what time does, what it is.

Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.

Whatever passes away is too vile to be the price of time, which is itself the price of eternity.

I've been around for a very long time, I've been around since God had baby cheeks.

What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your twenty-three feet of intestines loaded with stars?

A photograph for me does not have a sense of spiritual seduction, it does not have an essence, that this is something that permeates and which is eternal through time.

In antihistory, time is an illusion.

Die Zeit ist selbst ein Element. Time is itself an element.

Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.

The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.

He hath shook hands with time.

Time is hastening on, and we What our fathers are shall be,-- Shadow-shapes of memory! Joined to that vast multitude Where the great are but the good.

Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death.

Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.

Time, though in Eternity, applied To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future.

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!