Quotes About Eternity

Depend on it, my hearer, you never will go to heaven unless you are prepared to worship Jesus Christ as God.

If you stopped playing notes, Music would still exist.

The cool thing about writing music, writing anything, is that once you publish it, it's there forever.

Distance doesn't exist, in fact, and neither does time. Vibrations from love or music can be felt everywhere, at all times.

I am comforted by the assurance that there will be beautiful music in heaven, and for that I am most grateful.

Music changes, but there's a timeless touch that we put to it, which I think is really important.

Music has no limits of a life-span.

They say that the eyes of some paintings can follow you around the room, a fact that I doubt, but I am wondering whether some music can follow you for ever.

Music has been my outlet, my gift to all of the lovers in this world. Through it - my music, I know I will live forever.

The Universe is making music all the time.

If in the after life there is not music, we will have to import it.

Death lieth still in the way of life, Like as a stone in the way of a brook; I will sing against thee, Death, as the brook does, I will make thee into music which does not die.

What happens when the music stops? Where does it go?

My goal was always to be involved in music that would outlive me. And maybe that's actually happening.

Music is part of God's universe.

The grand show is eternal It is always sunrise somewhere

We need not seek a cause or a motive or a purpose for that which is, in its nature, eternally self-existent and free.

His essential nature is sat-chit-ananda: (Sat) Absolute Being - He encompasses everything because there is nothing outside of him; (Chit) Absolute Consciousness - He is the complete consciousness

I do NOT accept the ephemeral nature of this moment. I'm going to extend it FOREVER! Or at least I'm going to try.

In our own selves sometimes we don't feel right in this body. I think it's because our original nature is eternally free

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.