Quotes About Eternity

The reality of time and change seemed to me the crux of realism.

The dead are silent because they live, just as we chatter so loudly to try to make ourselves forget that we are dying. Their silence is really their call to me, the assurance of their immortal love for me.

The thunder of my heart must go Under the muffling of the dust-- As my grey dress has guarded it The grasses must; For it has hammered loud enough, Clamored enough, when all is said: Only its quiet part shall live When I am dead.

Living, the nearest claim them; but the dear Great dead belong to any humble heart.

Time was the invention of men who would confine the ocean and bottle the wind. Eternity is too short to fulfill the promise of love my sould holds for you.

It wasn't that [he] believed in religion, or a God, or an afterlife. He just knew it was impossible to feel this much love and for it to end.

Oh! To be in love, And never get out again.

The Dreaming is now. The Dreaming is always; forever; it circles around and around. It never ends. It's always happening, and us mob, we're part of it, all the time, everywhere, and every-when too.

The past is never over; it is never lost. It circles, as the stones circle, as the stars circle, as the sky circles.

How short a time a person had to be alive, he thought. How long to be dead.

This place had been here long before him. It would go on sighing and breathing and being itself after he had gone, the land lapping on and on, watching, waiting, getting on with its own life.

Other people had religion to give them a connection to eternity, and good luck to them, but religion was too narrow for her, too unforgiving, too literal. Literature encompassed everything, forbade nothing, endorsed nothing. Writers, like scientists, had the greatest respect for the world as it truly was. Their job wasn't to judge but to examine, to experiment, draft after draft, century after century.

Welcome to Mount Olympus," she said, "where there's never any wind, it only rains at night, and every day is sunny.

Hell, I don't want to grow old at all. I never want to die.

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

The night felt both eternal and instantaneous.

Un monde est absurde dans la mesure où le contemplatif, l'ermite et le moine, y apparaissent comme un paradoxe ou un "anachronisme". Or le moine est dans l'actualité précisément parce qu'il est intemporel : nous vivons à l'époque de l'idolâtrie du "temps", et le moine incarne tout ce qui est immuable, non par sclérose ou par inertie, mais par transcendance.

Albert Einstein, for one, repeatedly expressed these feelings, as in the following celebrated passage (Einstein, 1949, p. 5): The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science…the mystery of the eternity of life, and the inkling of the marvellous structure of reality, together with the single-hearted endeavor to comprehend a portion, be it ever so tiny, of the reason that manifests itself in nature.

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

We're always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that's all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can't help feeling that that's what it is.

The highest function of humanity is belief, that activity of spirit that proceeds upon the pathway of reason, until it comes to some great promontory, and then spreads its wings, and upon the basis of its earlier journeying, takes eternity into its grasp.

A Teleoghinoora is a materialized idea or thought which after its arising exists almost eternally in the atmosphere of that planet on which it arises.