Quotes About Eternity

In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word is God.

Porque el ángel de la muerte se lleva consigo el pasado para que la vida pueda continuar. Se lleva de cada momento pasado la parte que está muerta, y nosotros continuamos viviendo en el presente.

To the Circle of Fire; those who have gone before, those who are present, and those who have yet to come.

Toate sunt trec?toare. Chinuri, suferinÈ›e, v?rs?ri de sânge, molim?, foamete. Totul va pieri, dar stelele de pe cer vor d?inui È™i atunci când jos, pe p?mânt, nu va mai r?mâne nici m?car umbra noastr? sau a înf?ptuirilor noastre. Nu se afl? nimeni pe faÈ›a p?mântului care s? n-o È™tie. ?i atunci de ce nu vrem s? ne îndrept?m privirea spre stele? De ce?

Adelante, lector! ¿Quién te ha dicho que no puede haber amor verdadero, fiel y eterno en el mundo, que no existe? ¡Que le corten la lengua repugnante a ese mentiroso!

Beware the Sunday-morning faith that may get you through the week but not in heaven!

But despair and nihilism had been eating into me for years. The more I saw of the sad and futile dead, hovering at the edge of life like beggars at the door of a fancy restaurant, the grimmer and more hopeless the whole universe looked to me. If there was a God, my reasoning went, he was either a psychopath or a fuck-up-nobody you could respect would ever have created a universe where you got one chance to warm your hands at the fire, and then you spent the rest of eternity out in the cold.

There are no special places in hell. Hell is a democracy.

The time of human domination on Earth is barely a drop in the ocean of geological time, and it takes a lot to make a ripple in that ocean.

Sang malaikat maut adalah juga sang pengampun.

Tutto passa. Passano le sofferenze e i dolori, passano il sangue, la fame, la pestilenza. La spada sparirà, le stelle invece resteranno, e ci saranno, le stelle, anche quando dalla terra saranno scomparse le ombre persino dei nostri corpi e delle nostre opere. Non c'è uomo che non lo sappia. Ma perché allora non vogliamo rivolgere lo sguardo alle stelle? Perché?

Któ? to ci powiedziaÅ', ?e nie ma ju? na Å›wiecie prawdziwej, wiernej, wiecznej miÅ'oÅ›ci? A niech?e wyrwÄ… temu kÅ'amcy jego plugawy jÄ™zyk!

Dumneavoastr? nu sunteÈ›i Dostoievski, zise cet??eana pe care Koroviev c?uta s-o z?p?ceasc?. - Cine È™tie, cine È™tie, obiecta pezevenchiul. - Dostoievski a murit, zise femeia, dar nu prea convins?. - Protestez ! exclam? cu înfl?c?rare Koroviev. Dostoievski e nemuritor !

Usted no es Dostoyevski —dijo la ciudadana, desconcertada, dirigiéndose a Koróviev. —¿Quién sabe?, ¿quién sabe? —contestó él. —Dostoievski ha muerto —dijo la ciudadana, pero no muy convencida. —¡Protesto! —exclamó Popota con calor—. ¡Dostoievski es inmortal!

Twelve thousand moons for one moon long ago, isn't that too much?

I have a strong will to love you for eternity.

The river flowed from century to century, and human affairs play themselves out on its banks. Play themselves out to be forgotten the next day, while the river flows on.

Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is death. At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal return states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or sublime, its horror, sublimity, and beauty mean nothing.

Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.

The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify?

God) being the old man invented in order to, and with whom to, hold long conversations.

Al final del verdadero amor está la muerte y sólo un amor que termina en muerte es amor

When graves are covered with stones, the dead can no longer get out. But the dead can't go out anyway! What difference does it make whether they're covered with soil or stones?