Quotes About Eternity

Ascend skyward forever and forever,–yet thou wilt not attain the summit. Descend below the earth for billions of billions of centuries: never wilt thou reach the bottom. For there is no summit, there is no bottom; there is no Above, no Below – there is no end.

nul obstacle ! Nous serons seuls, tout à nous, éternellement…

Jao onome tko nije poželio srdžbe iz tragedija, tko ne zna napamet ljubavne strofe da ih ponavlja na mjese?ni! Lijepo je živjeti tako u vje?itoj ljepoti, odijevati se poput kraljeva, gajiti strasti u njihovu najviše obliku, ljubiti ljubavlju koju je genij ovjekovje?io.

Analízate bien: ¿has tenido algún sentimiento que haya desaparecido? No, todo permanece, ¿verdad?, todo. Las momias que tenemos en el corazón nunca se vuelven polvo y, cuando asomamos la cabeza por el tragaluz, las vemos abajo, inmóviles, mirándonos con sus ojos abiertos.

Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: 'Quick! Quick! Quick!' And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed.

Niciodat? nu se mai întoarce o fiin??. Se vor naÈ™te milioane È™i miliarde, aproape la fel, cu ochi, nas, gur?, tidv? È™i înl?untru o gândire, f?r? ca vreodat? s? se mai arate aceasta care era culcat? în patul ?sta.

Hát minden csak nyomorúság, bánat, szerencsétlenség és halál? Mindenki csal, hazudik, szenvedést és könnyeket hoz? Hol találhatunk valamelyes nyugalmat és örömet? Bizonyára egy másik létben. Amikor a lélek megszabadul a földi megpróbáltatásoktól.

Vivre enfin, c'est mourir!

Soha senki sem tér vissza. Milliók és milliárdok fognak megszületni, körülbelül hasonlóak egymáshoz, lesz szemük, orruk, szájuk, koponyájuk, gondolat is benne, de az, aki ebben az ágyban fekszik, sohasem jelenik meg újra.

Nature loves death: she will not punish it.

That is not dead, which can eternaly lie, and with strange eons, even death may die.

If I shut my eyes it returns: the evocation of a whole wood, a whole world of wood-darkness and flowers and birds and late summer silence, of a million leaves turning mellowly to death. It becomes then more than the mere memory of a wood, the first and the best wood I have ever known. It is the redistillation of another and more lovely world.

The essence of science is that it is always willing to abandon a given idea for a better one; the essence of theology is that it holds its truths to be eternal and immutable.

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

Non è morto ciò che può vivere in eterno, E in strani eoni anche la morte può morire.

Slumber, watcher, till the spheres Six and twenty thousand years Have revolv'd, and I return To the spot where now I burn. Other stars anon shall rise To the axis of the skies; Stars that soothe and stars that bless With a sweet forgetfulness: Only when my round is o'er Shall the past disturb thy door.

You have been my friend in the cosmos; you have been my only friend on this planet - the only soul to sense and seek for me within the repellent form which lies on this couch. We shall meet again - perhaps in the shining mists of Orion's Sword, perhaps on a bleak plateau in prehistoric Asia. Perhaps in unremembered dreams tonight; perhaps in some other form an aeon hence, when the solar system shall have been swept away.

Chronophagos, the Devourer of Time, the Eater of Hours. What man remembereth even the hour of his death if the Chronophagos hath devoured it? —Nicephoros Attaliades, The Testament of Nightmares

Que no está muerto lo que yace eternamente  y con el paso de los evos, aun la muerte puede morir»

man's eternal tendency to hate and fear and shrink from the utterly different.

A voice from other epochs belongs in a graveyard of other epochs.

Ebediyetin baÄŸr?nda uyuyan ölü deÄŸildir, Ama tuhaf çaÄŸlardan sonra ölüm de ölebilir. -Deli ÅŸair Abdul Alhazred

Then in the slow creeping course of eternity the utmost cycle of the cosmos churned itself into another futile completion, and all things became again as they were unreckoned kalpas before. Matter and light were born anew as space once had known them; and comets, suns and worlds sprang flaming into life, though nothing survived to tell that they had been and gone, been and gone, always and always, back to no first beginning.