Quotes About Eternity

Remember when you see the stars that you are looking back in time millions of years. The past is present now and here.

Inner peace exists outside of time.

And if I remain in the dark about our purpose here, and the meaning of eternity, I have nevertheless arrived at an understanding of a few more modest trusts: Most of us fear death. Most of us yearn to comprehend how we got here, and why - which is to say, most of us ache to know the love of our creator.

There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness—a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Henry David Thoreau once wrote, "When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.

history is a living thing that never dies.

Lord, stamp eternity on my eyeballs.

How can you expect to dwell with God forever, if you so neglect and forsake him here?

Unconverted men walk over the pit of hell on a rotten covering.

Resolved, that I will live so, as I shall wish I had done when I come to die.

Being dead's only a problem if you know you're dead, which you never do because you're dead!

I'm starting to think paradise isn't eternal contentment. It's more like there's something eternal about feeling contented. There's no such thing as eternal life, because you're never going to outrun time, but you can still escape time if you're contented, because then time doesn't matter.

I'm starting to think paradise isn't eternal contentment. It's more like there's something eternal about feeling contented. There's no such thing as eternal life, because you're never going to outrun time, but you can still escape time if you're contented, because then time doesn't matter. Does that make any sense?

Only once, and only because I was very young, could I have merged my identity with another person's, and singularities like this are where you find eternity.

I'm starting to think paradise isn't eternal contentment. It's more like there's something eternal about feeling contented. There's no such thing as eternal life, because you're never going to outrun time, but you can still escape time if you're contented, because then time doesn't matter.

Încep s? cred c? paradisul nu e o mulÈ›umire veÈ™nic?. Ci ma degrab? o stare de mulÈ›umire care face totul s? par? veÈ™nic. Nu exist? via?? veÈ™nic? pentru c? n-o s? câÈ™tigi niciodat? cursa cu timpul, totuÈ™i, dac? eÈ™ti mulÈ›umit, poÈ›i sc?pa de timp, pentru c? ajunge s? nu mai conteze.

If time was infinite, then three seconds and three years represented the same infinitely small fraction of it.

There came a time, however, when death ceased to be the enforcer of finitude and began to look, instead, like the last opportunity for radical transformation, the only plausible portal to the infinite.

tells him to give away his money. He says what to do in the present—as if the present is where you find eternity—and I think that's right. Eternity is a mystery to us, just like God is a mystery. It doesn't have to mean rejoicing in heaven or burning in hell. It could be a timeless state of grace or bottomless despair. I think there's eternity in every second we're alive.

I think there's eternity in every second we're alive.

While man experienced time as a progression, from unknown past to unknowable future, to God the entire course of history was eternally present

Infinitesimally soon, the eternity of his own death would commence and render all of this unreal.

A childhood never fully dies. Stories of life come up through cracks in the accounts, the spaces between death sentences, the pauses in obituaries, finding light and air to grow.