Quotes About Eternity

Che nessuno recordi I'll tuo nome. Requiescat in Pace." ("May no-one remember your name. Rest in peace.")

Meglio essere felici in questa vita che aspirare a esserlo nella prossima (Better to be content in this life, than aspire to it in the next). Requiescant in pace (Rest in peace).

All things are a-flowing,' sage Heraclitus says, but a tawdry cheapness shall outlast all days.

Listen to me, attend me! And I will breathe into thee a soul, And thou shalt live for ever.

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.

Nothing will surprise us more than when we get to heaven and see the Father and realize how well we know Him and how familiar His face is to us.

Nothing is going to startle us more when we pass through the veil to the other side than to realize how well we know our Father and how familiar His face is to us.

Those who grow, live and die. The stagnant pool is immortal, while the clear flowing river dies an uncountable number of deaths.

Religion is the human response to being alive and having to die.

Life is worth living really but only if we believe it is, if we believe further that life is eternal not because the tissues last forever, but because the imagination never dies

You Will Remember Me For Centuries

If I had a choice, I would still choose to remain blind…for when I die, the first face I will ever see will be the face of my blessed Saviour.

Angels die? It's a frightening-miracle because here they are. The Upper God has let them drop like centuries into space. And I recognize them!

a small stream...sings a carefree song as it runs by your house. It is so nonthreatening that you can sit by it, look at your reflection in the water, and even wash your hands in it. It is yours, your personal stream. Yet you know that it has originated in the sea and is on its way back to where it has come from. When passing by your house, however, it is yours. You can say it is a personal moment you have torn out of eternity to keep in your pocket for yourself.

El ser humano y la muerte nunca llegan a conocerse. Nadie asiste a su propio funeral.

praeter perpetuas Aetnae lampades ignis atque flammarum». Così

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life.

I want to sleep for half a second, a second, a minute, a century, but I want everyone to know that I'm still alive...

Set in place the lovers who will afterwards be photographs.

Llena, pues, de palabras mi locura o déjame vivir en mi serena noche del alma para siempre oscura.

Quiero morirme siendo manantial. Quiero morirme fuera de la mar.

Duerme, vuela, reposa: ¡También se muere el mar!

Wish" Just your hot heart, nothing more. My Paradise, a field, no nightingales, no strings, a river, discrete, and a little fountain. Without the spurs, of the wind, in the branches, without the star, that wants to be a leaf. An enormous light that will be the flow of the Other, in a field of broken gazes. A still calm where our kisses, sonorous circles of echoes, will open, far-off. And your hot heart, nothing more.

Emilio, Enrique, Estaban los tres enterrados: Lorenzo en un seno de Flora; Emilio en la, yerta ginebra que se olvida en el vaso, Enrique en la hormiga, en el mar y en los ojos vacíos de los pájaros.