Quotes About Eternity

A cathedral without windows, a face without eyes, a field without flowers, an alphabet without vowels, a continent without rivers, a night without stars, and a sky without a sun—these would not be so sad as a . . . soul without Christ.

Jakie to przygn?biaj?ce, jakie? to obel?ywe, ?e wszystko si? sprowadza do tych kilku pyta? z monologu Hamleta. Min??y wieki, upad?y cywilizacje, odesz?o w nico?? tyle pokole?, a nic si? nie zmieni?o, a tak ma?o si? zmieni?o i nam ta przekl?ta opatrzno?? odbiera z?udn? satysfakcj? pierwsze?stwa, pozbawia autorstwa, czyni nas wiecznymi plagiatorami.

Z?o jak ciemno??. Trwa wiecznie. A dobro to rozb?ysk, to nietrwa?e zwyci?stwo nad ciemno?ci?. Dobro jest ?miertelne.

INSOMNIA = 1:51 A.M. + ETERNITY + 1:52 A.M. + ETERNITY + 1:53 A.M. + ETERNITY

Quand on doit mourir, on meurt, et on retourne au cosmos.

No matter what happens while the soul is in a physical incarnation on earth, nothing can harm the soul or disrupt its connection to God. Moreover, our soul is always trying to express its true essence through our lives.

It's not about you. It's not about me. This life that we live, the reason we're here. It's only when we see our lives through eternal eyes that we find true peace or wealth that will last. Real security can only be found in that which can never be taken from you . . . in a relationship with God.

When the lungs finally empty of air and begin to fill with the sweetness of heaven's breath, one will realize in that instant that thought they have existed before, only in that moment will they truly have begun to live.

Joy, joy forever, my task is done. The gates are passed, and heaven is won.

How intricate were the stitches with which God was weaving the tapestry of her life. And how often did the blessings therein exact a price more dear, and further reaching, than she would ever comprehend this side of eternity.

He's so good to give us the bitter moments of life that, in his mercy, keep us dependent on him, that remind us that this earth is not a believer's home, that so much "better" awaits us in every way. And he gives us the sweet moments to encourage us in our sanctification journey, to give us a taste of the eternal, of his goodness. He gives us both because he knows what we need better than we know ourselves. And his timing is always perfect. And aren't we grateful?

We should not expect to have all of the blessings o life and none of its trials. It would make this world too delightful a dwelling place, and I fear we would never care to leave it. ... As it is...I have come to believe that it's only by taking some of those objects away from us to which our hearts so closely cling that He endeavors....in His kindness, to draw us from this world to one of greater happiness.

Father, would you make us more grateful for what you've given us in this country, and for the sacrifices of those who've spilled their blood. Would you make our government strong and keep us rooted in the faith of our forefathers. Help us to see our lives through eternal eyes and to realize that this life--though priceless--is but a vapor. And finally we ask...make us more like Christ, Father. No matter the cost.

From the dawn of time to the end of time, the world would never run short of cold, cold hearts.

Será que el tiempo es temperatura?». Si bien había pasado mucho desde entonces, de repente se sintió extrañado al enterarse de que ya se había inventado un reloj que, gracias a las diferencias de temperatura, no se detiene nunca y anda para siempre. Y más raro se sintió al pensar que esa máquina era más sensible que él.

They are forever, a brief and mortal forever, a forever that will grow into their bones and be held inside them after it ends, intact, indestructible.

Love is not at its fullest if one who lives is unwilling to die for it, or if it cannot restore to life one who has died.

What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

Life is a work of art, and Death is the masterpiece

Vår stutte tid blir her.

In between the 'no more' and the 'not yet', we may say, lies the eternally present and equally eternally absent'time zone' called'now'.

Mors ultima linea rerum est. Death is everything's final limit.

time is the quintessential mother.

The tree is untouched by whatever worries we humans fret over. I think about how it was here before I was born and it will be here after we're all gone. Maybe this should make me sad, but it doesn't.