Quotes About Eternity

And love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

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.

There is life after this life.

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

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

Death is as natural as life. It's part of the deal we made. Everything that gets born, dies. As long as we 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 all those you have touched and nurtured while you were here.

proving heaven is always and forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

But the human form is not permanent. It was never meant to be. That gift belongs to the soul.

And while they deepen with age, voices are, to one destined to listen for eternity, as distinct as a fingerprint.

When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched... Because, a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything to say, 'The whole world is mine.' 'But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned the lesson...' 'We can take nothing with us.

I tried to stop your suffering, he said. We cannot stop what Heaven chooses. She smiled weakly. Stay with me. Forever.

Time is not what you think. Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on Earth is only the beginning.

This is your house, Reb. You are in the rafters, the floorboards, the walls, the lights. You are in every echo through every hallway. We hear you now. I hear you still. How can I—how can any of us—let you go? You are woven through us, from birth to death.

But it was not a new idea. We call out; we are answered. It has been that way from the beginning of belief, and it continues to this very moment.

How long have i been dead? A minute. An hour. A thousand years

The way I see it, that's what we're getting here, soldier. That's what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays.

I know you before you are born. I know you after you die. My plans for you are not defined by this world.

forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it misses

If you could pack for heaven, this was how you'd do it, touching everything, taking nothing.

Knowing heaven . . . is what heals us on earth.

We forget that 'our' time is linked to others' times. We come from one. We return to one. That's how a connected universe makes sense.

You've been waiting here all this time? Eddie whispered. Time, the Captain said, is not what you think. He sat down next to Eddie. Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.

When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched, right? Like this?" He made a fist. "Why? Because a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say, 'The whole world is mine.' "But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned the lesson." What lesson? I asked. He stretched open his empty fingers. "We can take nothing with us.