Quotes About Eternity

The English are not very spiritual people, so they invented cricket to give them some idea of eternity.

The greatest thing in life is to die young — but delay it as long as possible.

Death is for many of us the gate of hell; but we are inside on the way out, not outside on the way in.

There is a common ground upon which all sincere votaries of truth may meet, exchanging with each other the language of Flamsteed's appeal to Newton, "The works of the Eternal Providence will be better understood through your labors and mine.

Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.

In fact, Christ's resurrection was itself the first act of the final resurrection. It is the "first fruits" of which the eschatological resurrection will be the harvest (1 Cor. 15:20). Therefore

O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their presence.

What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life — to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again.

Death comes to all But great achievements raise a monument Which shall endure until the sun grows old.

They say the dead have no memories and know no pain." George's voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow it was louder than the pleas of the corpses. "It's not that way for me.

What good is immortality if the people you love can't be there with you?

She remembered his voice, so calm it chilled her. "Lady Maud, if I die, say the Liturgy of the Fallen for me." Saying the Liturgy of the Fallen fell to the one you treasured most. Your spouse. Your lover. Your one who was everything. She couldn't dishonor that confession and she answered him in the language of vampires. "Go with the Goddess, my Lord. You won't be forgotten.

Death is forever. Death is nothing. But to save a life, that's everything. My mother understood this and now I finally did, too.

When the tremulous radiance of a summer night fills with twinkling stars and the moon itself is full, I am slowly drawn into a state of enhanced sensitivity made of friendship and disdain for the world and eternity

It is not time that passes, but the existence of what is changable that passes in time.

How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.

Time, like the sea, unties all knots.

So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.

Si se entiende por eternidad, no la duración temporal sin fin, sino la ausencia de tiempo, vive eternamente el que vive en el presente.

Things, things, they outlive us and go to scenes that we know nothing of.

But whatever she was I loved her and was committed to her and had always been, here and out beyond the stars, those stars behind stars behind stars which I had seen that night when I lay on the rocks and the golden sky slowly turned the universe inside out.

Sentimentally and in the soul it went on for ages, it still goes on, it goes on and on.

God lives and works in history. The outward mythology changes, the inward truth remains the same.