Quotes About Eternity

Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names.

With a single candle, night burns into infinity.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.

Poetry and love can calculate past infinity.

They have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.

Death is just a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.

Silence is the uninterrupted sound of forever.

And I'll skip to Heaven on my own two feet.

Absolute truth belongs to Thee alone.

Time had ceased quivering and coiling back on itself. It had become taut and resonant and she was enfolded in its infinite smoothness.

Gut ist der Schlaf, der Tod ist besser

Why does the life everlasting have to be won at such terrible cost? If the life everlasting is true, why can it be achieved only through death, through grief, and through agony? What kind of God is it who gives us the world and everything in it, and the capabiliiy of loving so fiercely, and then takes it all away?

You die, you go free.

History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future." - Warmaster Horus

The dead do not squabble as this land's rulers do. The dead do not fight one another. The dead have no desires, no petty jealousies or ambitions. A world of the dead is a world at peace…

You're right, Mal, you and Erebus both. My father made me for immortality and the galaxy should know of me. Ten thousand years from now I want my name to be known all across the heavens." - Warmaster Horus

How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it's so slow and sweet and everlasting.

Time passes so quickly. And if time passes quickly in time, how much more, then, in eternity!

The interior of our skulls contains a portal to infinity.

According to an ancient Sardinian legend, the bodies of those who are born on Christmas Eve will never dissolve into dust but are preserved until the end of time.

Nothing is lost. Nothing is forgotten. It was in the blood, the flesh. And now, it is forever.

Six hundred summers, she reflected.Six hundred snowy winters. Thirty-five generations of mortal humanity. And finally, again…the sun.

Immortality would have been meaningless, trapped in a "machine" with a finite number of possible states; in a finite time he would have exhausted the list of every possible thing he could be. Only the promise of eternal growth made sense of eternal life.

Only the promise of eternal growth made sense of eternal life. Kate