Quotes About Eternity

He lives who dies to win a lasting name.

Comfort me by a solemn Assurance, that when the little Parlour in which I sit at this Instant, shall be reduced to a worse furnished Box, I shall be read, with Honour, by those who never knew nor saw me, and whom I shall neither know nor see.

From five o'clock to eight is on certain occasions a little eternity; but on such an occasion as this the interval could be only an eternity of pleasure.

I suspect that the age of letters is waning, for our time. It is the age of Panama Canals, of Sandra Bernhardt, of Western wheat raising, of merely material expansion. Art, form, may return, but I doubt I shall live to see them--I don't believe they are as eternal as the poets say.

Life is all a green old English garden and time an endless summer afternoon.

If I could stay — For me you'll always be here, she softly interrupted.

If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.

I had just made the realization that life is indestructible and that there is no such thing as time, only the present.

The world is always dying and always coming back to life. Tide and pulse, and with the turn of the tide a touch of mystery.

Amo todo lo que fluye, todo lo que contiene el tiempo y el porvenir, que nos devuelve al comienzo donde nunca hay fin.

The cancer of time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves. The hero, then, is not Time, but Timelessness. We must get in step, a lock step, toward the prison of death. There is no escape. The weather will not change.

Kesin olan tek ÅŸey ÅŸudur: öldüÄŸünde ve dirildiÄŸinde topraÄŸa aitsindir ve topraÄŸa dair ne varsa devredilemez bir biçimde senindir. DoÄŸan?n bir cilvesine dönüÅŸürsün, gölgesiz bir varl??a; bir daha asla ölmeyecek, fakat etraf?ndaki bütün olaylar gibi gelip geçeceksin.

The cancer of time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves. The hero, then, is not Time, but Timelessness.

Y la conciencia plena es verdaderamente como un océano inagotable que se da al sol y a la luna y que incluye también el sol y la luna. Todo lo que existe nace del ilimitado océano de la luz... incluso la noche.

Everything grows for everybody. Everything dies for everybody, too.

had rather see the real impressions of a God-like nature upon my own soul, than have a vision from heaven, or an angel sent to tell me that my name was enrolled in the book of life.

Prefiero ver las marcas reales de una naturaleza divina en mi propia alma que tener una visión del Cielo o un ángel enviado para decirme que mi nombre fue inscrito en el Libro de la Vida».

How far is it between light and dark? They aren't even in the same room. If there's any light there at all, then it isn't dark. Likewise, to live in the state of sin means that you're completely removed from the God of light—and desperately in need of a Savior. Eternity

Moses came to understand that his involvement in God's work was in the context of hundreds of years of divine activity. When Moses came face to face with the same God who had guided his forefathers, he was deeply humbled. Do you sense that your life is a part of God's eternal purposes?

En el mejor de los casos, la vida es fugaz y pasa rápidamente. Lo que hacemos en el tiempo breve que Dios nos concede sobre la Tierra es lo que nos sigue a la eternidad. Bienaventurados los que invierten bien su tiempo, cumplen su propósito divino y reciben la recompensa prometida.

Time is to slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who grieve, Too short for those who rejoice... But for those who love, Time is Eternity.

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler,   Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.