Quotes About Eternity

an infinite remoteness underlies us all.

Straight, as if sawn down from turf to beach, the cliff shuts off the human world, for the sea knows no time and no era; you cannot tell what century it is from the face of the sea. (The Breeze on Beachy Head)

If not, they would drift forever, because the universe is mostly night and darkened ocean.

It's no time here. I am time here. I am all the time you need.

We are always the same age inside. —GERTRUDE STEIN

Tú, tú, eternamente tú, mi corazón hallado en el otoño de una vida angustiada y sin espera. Le diste corazón al universo que se ocultaba en mi, y supiste los cauces de mi alma y recogiste pétalos aislados en la flor del cariño, para prender la rosa que fue tuya desde el azul incierto de un primero de octubre enamorado.

Te quiero... y me mueves el tiempo de mi vida sin horas.

Es algo de lo eterno al goce del minuto lo que tu empeño busca por la ruta encendida de los claros anhelos.

You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal. - Kate Sheffield

wear flannel next to your skin, and never believe in eternal punishment.

It would be comforting if love were an energy source which continued to glow after our deaths.

Se había imaginado que, en el mundo moderno, el tiempo y el lugar ya no eran importantes en las historias de amor. Al mirar atrás vio que habían desempeñado en la suya una función más grande de lo que había pensado. Había sucumbido a la antigua, continuada, indeleble ilusión: que de algún modo los amantes están fuera del tiempo.

drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history. This

Billiards doesn't have to end. A game of billiards could last for ever, even if you were losing all the time. I don't like things to end.

There is a religion somewhere in the world that believes we all die twice; once in the normal way and the second time when the last person who really knew us dies, so one's living memory is gone from the earth.

Don't talk about dying? You want me to talk about love. They're one and the same, child. One and the same.

Will you be my wife forever? Here and now and beyond all of this?

For what it's worth . . . I don't think anyone you love is ever truly gone. I do very much feel their absence . . . but I also feel their presence all the time, in a new way. In some ways they're with me now more than ever. I don't know if that makes sense.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond.

it matters not if you are here, or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light on the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are – you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

In time, your spirit will be with them again, perhaps in a great, spreading tree that shades the place where your grandchildren play. Maybe in a wide-winged eagle soaring aloft, watching as your dear one spreads her linen on the hawthorns to dry and looks suddenly to the sky, shading her eyes against the sunlight. You will be there, and they will know.

En aquel momento tenía la sensación de haber accedido bruscamente a otro mundo, había ascendido a una altura vertiginosa, al cenit del éxtasis. Aquello era la realidad, y el pasado una mera ilusión. Estábamos solos, abrazados… Tal vez lo que estaba haciendo acabaría conmigo, pero esos momentos durarían eternamente.

The half-life of love is forever.