Quotes About Eternity

152] Between us and heaven or hell there is only life half-way, the most fragile thing in the world.

Through space the universe grasps me and swallows me up like a speck; through thought I grasp it. (Page 21)

When I consider the small span of my life absorbed in the eternity of all time, or the small part of space which I can touch or see engulfed by the infinite immensity of spaces that I know not and that know me not, I am frightened and astonished to see myself here instead of there...now instead of then.

l'silence eternal de ces espaces infinis m'effraie

Bu sonsuz mekânlar?n ebedi suskunluÄŸu beni ürkütüyor.

The last act is bloody, however fine the rest of the play. They throw earth over your head and it is finished forever.

So I hold out my arms to my Redeemer, who, having been foretold for four thousand years, has come to suffer and to die for me on earth, at the time and under all the circumstances foretold. By His grace, I await death in peace, in the hope of being eternally united to Him. Yet I live with joy, whether in the prosperity which it pleases Him to bestow upon me, or in the adversity which He sends for my good, and which He has taught me to bear by His example. 737

When I consider the brief span of my life absorbed into the eternity which comes before and after-- as the remembrance of a guest that tarrieth but a day --the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there, now rather than then.

Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Jacob, not of the philosophers and scholars...Joy, joy, joy, tears of joy...'This is life eternal that they might know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.' Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ...May I not fall from him forever...I will not forget your word. Amen.

De eeuwige stilte van deze eindeloze ruimte vervult me met angst.

If I believe in God and life after death and you do not, and if there is no God, we both lose when we die. However, if there is a God, you still lose and I gain everything.

When Jesus speaks about a reward here, he means the reward in the kingdom that comes.

Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul

Inside the museums, | Infinity goes up on trial | Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

I could stay with you forever, and never realize the time.

You drink bitter water And you been eating the bread of sorrow You can't live for today When all you're ever thinking of is tomorrow The path you've endured has been rough When you've decided that you've had enough, then Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes And ye shall be changed

Here, when I say I never want to be without you, somewhere else I am saying I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying and resurrected. When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life, in each place and forever

The truth is at the moment of death the unrepentant man or woman will be sent to Hell itself. A terrifying place of unimaginable conscious horror, where they will stay forever.

Well," Trump asked, "how does this end?" "It never ends," Graham said. "It's good versus evil. Good versus evil never ends. It's just like the Nazis. It's now radical Islam. It will be something else one day.

I can be by myself because I'm never lonely; I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and Infinity and Eternity seem to take a liking to the likes of me.

Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy of it, a blaze of rough-hewn wood like a child's laugh, a symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer's eye and soul.

Laughter is eternity if joy is real.

Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.