Quotes About Eternity

Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

O amor perdido não deixa de ser amor. Apenas assume uma forma diferente. Não conseguimos ver o sorriso da pessoa amada, ou levar-lhe comida, ou mexer-lhe nos cabelos, ou rodopiar com ela numa pista de dança. Mas quando esses sentimentos enfraquecem, há outro que se sublime. A memória. A memória torna-se nossa companheira. Alimenta-nos. A vida tem um fim. Mas o Amor não.

When you come to the end, that's where God begins.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on - in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here. -Morrie

A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time. There are as many expressions with time as there are minutes in a day. But once, there was no word for it at all. Because no one was counting.

A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation and felt the final drops of their lives touch one another, like water in a cave, top meets bottom, Heaven meets Earth. As their eyes closed, a different set of eyes opened, and they rose from the ground as a shared south, up and up, a sun and a moon in a single sky.

Tell you what. After I'm dead, you talk. And I'll listen.

If we love something and somebody so much, how much—if at all—are they ever really gone from our hearts?

He had his time measures and he had her. That was his life. For as long as he could remember, it had been that way, Dor and Alli, even as children. I do not want to die, she whispered. You will not die. I want to be with you. You are.

Stay with me. Forever.

Love. . . . You are born in it . . . you return to it.

They teach you, as children, that you might go to heaven. They never teach you that heaven might come to you.

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops."   —HENRY ADAMS

But Father Time is real. And, in truth, he cannot age. Beneath the unruly beard and cascading hair—signs of life, not death—his body is lean, his skin unwrinkled, immune to the very thing he lords over.

We could look out our windows and still see your face, still hear your voice on the wind. But where do we look for you now?

Life has to end, she said. Love doesn't.

Heaven . . . is the same feeling. . . . No fear. No dark. When you know you are loved . . . that's the light.

Dear friends. I'm dying. "Don't be upset. I began to die on July 6, 1917. That's the day I was born, and, in council with what our psalmist says, 'We who are born, are born to die.

Heaven is always thinking about us.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times." ? Mitch Albom, For One More Day

Every person on the planet-including Grace, Lorraine, Victor and Sarah- will instantly stop aging. And one person with start.

I do not want to die," she whispered. "You will not die." "I want to be with you." "You are.

Death ends a life, but not a relationship.