Quotes About Eternity

Mightier than a sword Eager to bless those around her Radiant, a Light for the world Eternally loving and loved Devoted to the end, she Illuminated my life Thankful, humble, true Hopeful till the end...

Death ends a life, but it doesn't end a love.

You are mine, woman. And I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death." - Maddox , Sang Kekerasan

you must carry the cross with Christ in this life. Soon enough there will come a time when you will no longer suffer. You will reign with God and He will wipe away your tears with His own hand. In His presence, pain and sighing will forever flee away.

The number of eons since that buddha passed into extinction until now still vastly exceeds that number by innumerable, unlimited hundreds of thousands of billions of eons. Yet by the power of the Tathagata's insight, I observe that distant time as if it were today.

One of the joys of being a Christian or being a person of faith is that you believe deep down that death isn't the worst thing, you know. Not living your life: that's the worst thing. And death is not, it's not all it's cracked up to be. It's not, it's not the end of the world.

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

For in the sterres, clerer than is glas,Is writen, God woot, whoso koude it rede,The deeth of every man.

When their minds mingle with His magnanimity, something of eternity rubs off on their imaginations.

Indeed if they ever once saw the endless supply of eternal opportunities The Adversary offers them every temporal moment of day after day of their fuddled little lives, they would stagger at the sheer industry and prodigality of His efforts. Conversely, if they ever gained a glimpse of how their ordinary actions actually effect and shape things not only under time but without, the very vast weight of that would almost certainly end in their becoming humble.

Es wird mir ganz angst um die Welt, wenn ich an die Ewigkeit denke.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

Man…who lives in three places – in the past, in the present, and in the future – can be unhappy if one of these three is worthless. Religion has even added a fourth – eternity.

What I do not like about our definitions of genius is that there is in them nothing of the day of judgment, nothing of resounding through eternity and nothing of the footsteps of the Almighty.

Mas el viento sopla eterno, él, que nunca guarda silencio, sobre campos oscuros y ya dorados por el otoño. Muestra varias imágenes oscuras y ligero susurra palabras tristes, oscuras.

Vom Schatten eines Hauchs geboren Wir wandeln in Verlassenheit Und sind im Ewigen verloren, Gleich Opfern unwissend, wozu sie geweiht.

Shepherds buried the sun in the naked forest. With a net of hair A fisherman hauled the moon from the icy pond. The pale man dwells In a blue crystal, his cheek at rest against his stars, Or he bows his head in crimson sleep. But the black flight of birds always touches The watcher, the holiness of blue flowers; The nearby silence thinks forgotten things, extinguished angels. Again the brow turns night in moonlit stone; A radiant youth, The sister appears in autumn and black putrefaction.

The dark eagles, sleep and death, Rustle all night around my head: The golden statue of man Is swallowed by the icy comber Of eternity. On the frightening reef The purple remains go to pieces, And the dark voice mourns Over the sea. Sister in my wild despair Look, a precarious skiff is sinking Under the stars, The face of night whose voice is fading.

If we will follow the advice and counsel that the Lord has given, our pathway will be one of happiness. It will be a pathway, perhaps not of ease and comfort always, but in the end it will terminate in the presence of our Heavenly Father, and glory, immortality and eternal lives will be our portion.

We may have given to us, in this life, a few things that will give us satisfaction, temporally; but the things that are eternal, the things that are "worth while", are those eternal things that we reach out for, and prepare ourselves to receive, and lay hold of by the effort that we individually make.

there's so goddamn much history, it just can't help repeating itself.

George Anderson, We Don't Die.

Life for the living, and rest for the dead!

I will cling to the old rugged cross,And exchange it some day for a crown.