Quotes About Eternity

Death is not a Hunter's delight. Too final.

The sun does not rue that it rises.

I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever…

He built his beloved a playground of infinite proportions, tucked away in a safe pocket of reality where she could stay for all time, unchanging. Unaging. She would be safe. Nothing and no one could ever hurt her. He would never have to worry that he might lose her.

They would be together always. Soul mates. He would never be alone. Never get lost in madness, for she would never fail to find him and bring him back.

It's almost as if we're invisible to them, even the ones with eyes intact, I murmur as I rise. The Winter Court tirelessly hunted us for a nightmarish eternity, yet here we are—and not one of them seems to care. Don't count on it.

The thought that she'd left him by choice had driven him mad. But she hadn't. She'd been taken. He'd loved her for all time. Before she was made. After he'd believed she was gone. Sunshine to his ice. Frost to her fever. I wished them forever. You, too, beautiful girl. The Unseelie King was gone.

Sun, moon and stars

Immortality is immortality.

They can't die! Superheroes don't die!

Dude, we're talking immortality. There ain't no price too high!

When the dizziness subsided, when the waves that buffeted her withdrew, Genevieve was left with one certainty. The tie that bound mothers and daughters was like no other. It was eternal, stronger even than death.

Babe, what we've got ourselves here is a lifetime. For now, with you, that's all the forever I need.

You know I'd give you forever, but I don't have it to give.

Forever , just the word fills Beverly with an unaccountable, schoolmarmish sort of rage. Forever, that's got to be bad math, right? Such terrifying math.

A dog's love is forever. We expect infidelity from one another; we marvel at this one's ability to hold that one's interest for fifty, sixty years; perhaps some of us feel a secret contempt for monogamy even as we extol it, wishing parole for its weary participants. But dogs do not receive our sympathy or our suspicion -- from dogs we presume an eternal adoration.

Who can say what the dead do or do not know? Perhaps the knowledge of one's death, ceaselessly swallowed, is the very food you need to become a ghost.

Sand, sand, sand—all that pulverized time. Eons ago, the world's burst hourglass spilled its contents here; now the years pile and spin, waiting with inhuman patience to be swept into some future ocean.

You could not survive your death, could you? It survived with you.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk back up to Heaven and bring you home again.

The goal of human life is not death but resurrection.

Immortality is the only thing which doesn't tolerate being postponed.

Everything that's created remains as it was before it was created. The artist fetches it down from the heavens as a finished thing. Eternity has no beginning. Poetry or a Joke: the act of creation lies between what's self-evident and what is permanent