Quotes About Eternity

That's what eternity is made of: invisible, imperishable good stuff.

I have no fear of dying. And, you know, I would be very glad to talk with, with anybody, about the joy of going on. You know, what's next? It'll be fun, too. I have a great trust in God's constant care; this is just one chapter in a long, long book: this part that we call 'being on Earth,' you know?

The connections we make in the course of a life--maybe that's what heaven is.

In the external scheme of things, shining moments are as brief as the twinkling of an eye, yet such twinklings are what eternity is made of -- moments when we human beings can say "I love you," "I'm proud of you," "I forgive you," "I'm grateful for you." That's what eternity is made of: invisible imperishable good stuff.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death ... and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. – SHAKESPEARE

Death is the result of sin, not a punishment. It is a consequence.

It is what we really are, and not a legal fiction, that will encounter the Light of Christ when this life ends. It's what we have actually made of ourselves that will be "tested by fire" (1 Peter 1:7).

And now brothers, I will ask you a terrible question, and God knows I ask it also of myself. Is the truth beyond all truths, beyond the stars, just this: that to live without him is the real death, that to die with him the only life?

Eternity will not be long enough to learn all He is, or to praise Him for all He has done, but then, that matters not, for we shall be always with Him, and we desire nothing more.

The only way to Heaven is "G D'SWAY"!

This world is given as the prize for the men in earnest; and that which is true of this world, is truer still of the world to come.

Mai in vita mia Dimenticherò la tua presenza. Tu mi hai presa quando ero spezzata E mi hai riparata Su questa terra troppo piccola Dove potrei mai voltare il mio sguardo? Così immenso, così profondo! Non c'è più tempo. Non c'è più nulla. Distanza. C'è soltanto la realtà. Quello che è stato, è stato per sempre.

Heute Ist immer noch (Today is like always).

My time has not yet come either; some are born posthumously.

A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

Time flies on restless pinions — constant never.

That which is so universal as death must be a benefit.

I lie on the bosom of the infinite world. At this moment I am its soul, for I feel all its powers and its infinite life as my own.

Like Chaos, before the world was created

O Thou whose Name is sweetest remedy And whose remembrance heals our soul's disease With Thee each moment is Eternity A drop from Heaven that consoles and frees.

We live forever by practicing the Buddha Way right now. If we wind up being reborn after we pass from this life, that's fine. If not, that's okay too.

At best, past and future are no more than reference material for the eternal now. The only real facts are those at the present moment.

Water, foam, and flame are mind. Flowers in the spring and the moon in the autumn are also mind. Each moment is mind. And yet mind can never be destroyed. That's why everything that's real is mind, and the Buddhas along with other Buddhas are mind.