Quotes About Eternity

When we come to understand not only WHO we are, but who we always have been – and therefore, who we may become – the choice between following Christ or embracing the world is really no choice at all.

Then I wondered if that's all God ever is--somebody who loves you enough to come back from the dead to visit every now and again. Or if that's all that other people ever are--different faces of God walking around.

Loneliness is good practice for eternity.

Peculiar to Sydney, in those days, was a single word written in chalk in beautiful, looping copperplate on street corners. Sydney was known for it, the word chalked at the feet of the inhabitants and visitors, like a letter consisting of a lone word, but personally addressed to each member of a crowd. . . . It says 'Eternity,' love. . . . A man has been writing that word in chalk for thirty years. It's famous now.

You can live forever for me.

For what is the Void but the beginning of Light? What is Light but the end of Fear? And what am I, but Light given from? What am I, but the beginning of Eternity?

I love you. I will love you until the end of the world.

You are the beginning of Eternity now, she said silently to Master Haywood. You have arrived at the end of Fear. And I will love you always, for as long as the world endures.

A child's voice, as clear and bright as the Angel's clarion, rose with the notes of the Adamantine aria, "For what is the Void but the beginning of Light? What is Light but the end of Fear? And what am I, but light given form? What am I, but the beginning of eternity?

Do you believe in reincarnation?" "I . . . I don't know." "I do. Next lifetime, let's not waste years upon years. Let's be friends from the very beginning.

As long as I live and breathe, I will be with you. And I will shield you." Her fingers flexed, then tightened around the teacup. "I never thought I'd say this, but I want you to live forever.

To the wise advice that we live every day as though it will be our last, we do well to add the admonition to live every day as though we will be on this earth forever.

The very old do not succomb to disease-they implode their way into eternity. (How We Die)

We die so that the world may continue to live. We have been given the miracle of life because trillions upon trillions of living things have prepared the way for us and then have died — in a sense, for us. We die, in turn, so that others may live. The tragedy of a single individual becomes, in the balance of natural things, the triumph of ongoing life.

The soul is everlasting, and its learning experience is lifetime after lifetime.

That the real source of all true longing is the human desire to attach ourselves to something infinite.

There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time

At the end, we receive ashes. They are not condensations of being but a reminder that even fire cannot destroy what has been loved. ––

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work," he said. "I want to achieve it by not dying." But

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

How short life would be if certain unpleasant moments didn't make it feel endless!

Recordar el presente es alargar más el tiempo.

Ignite the flares, connect the phones, wind all the clocks; the sun goes rusty like a medal in its box - collect it from the loft. Peg out the stars, replace the bulbs of Jupiter and Mars. A man like that takes something with him when he dies, but he has wept the coins that rested on his eyes, eased out the stopper from the mouthpiece of the cave, exhumed his own white body from the grave.

If I breathed the word That disappeared all people in the world, leaving the world to the world, would you say it? Would you sing it out loud?