Quotes About Eternity

When a man hath begun to sin, he knews not where, or when, or how he shall make a stop of sin. Usually the soul goes on from evil to evil, from folly to folly, till it be ripe for eternal misery. Men usually grow from being naught to be very naught, and from very naught to be stark naught, and then God sets them at nought forever.

The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity' something quite different, relating to the planet's life-span, not individual life-span.

All things began in order, so shall they end, and so shall they begin again; according to the ordainer of order and mystical Mathematicks of the City of Heaven.

For God is infinite, Within the body and without, Like a mirror, And the image in a mirror. As the air is everywhere, Flowing around a pot And filling it, So God is everywhere, Filling all things And flowing through them forever.

Here it is: there's only one story. There, I said it and I can't very well take it back. There is only one story. Ever. One. It's always been going on and it's everywhere around us and every story you've ever read or heard or watched is part of it.

Here we suffer grief and pain, Here we meet to part again; In Heaven we part no more.

But time is short, and science is infinite...

I shall do one thing in this life – one thing certain – that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.

And strange-eyed constellations reign His stars eternally.

In heaven she will probably sit between the Heloises and the Cleopatras.

Qui soffriamo dolore e pena qui c'incontriamo per separarci ancora; solo in cielo non ci divideremo più

Soon will be growing Green blades from her mound, And daisies be showing Like stars on the ground, Till she form part of them - Ay - the sweet heart of them, Loved beyond measure With a child's pleasure All her life's round.

I am the family face: Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace, Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion

All that silence and absence of goings-on is the stillness of infinite motion.

That when a thing lies still, unlesse somewhat els stirre it, it will lye still for ever, is a truth that no man doubts of. But that when a thing is in motion, it will eternally be in motion, unless somewhat els stay it, though the reason be the same, (namely, that nothing can change it self,) is not so easily assented to.

We thought her dying whilst she slept, And sleeping when she died.

There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave-under the deep deep sea.

My life for yours: it may mean three seconds of my time to redeem some thoughtless bit of self-indulgence on the part of someone else, or it may mean, or did mean, Golgotha, where My Life for Yours was supremely dramatized and entails our eternal joy.

Let us cross the river to the other side and rest beneath the shade of the trees. [Stonwall Jackson just before passing into eternity in 1863.]

I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just, and that his justice will not sleep forever.

But was it not true that there were people, certain individuals, whom one found it impossible to picture dead, precisely because they were so vulgar? That was to say: they seemed so fit for life, so good at it, that they would never die, as if they were unworthy of the consecration of death.

Time drowns in the unmeasured monotony of space. Where uniformity reigns, movement from point to point is no longer movement; and where movement is no longer movement, there is no time.

The little hand on time's clock trips away as though measuring seconds; but God knows how much time it is covering when it whisks round heedless of the divisions it passes over! So much is certain, that we have been up here for years. Our brains reel, surely this is an evil dream, though dreamed with nor hashish nor opium; a censor of morals would rebuke us for it.

Deep is the well of the past. Should we not call it bottomless?