Quotes About Eternity

And throughout all eternityI forgive you, you forgive me.

Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wish'd for Hell for ease from Heaven.

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.

endless loving sea of pure white conscious light.

At death this fixed self-identity

I am content to live it all againAnd yet again, if it be life to pitchInto the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

On limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut:Cast a cold eyeOn life, on death.Horseman, pass by!

And God stands winding His lonely horn,And time and the world are ever in flight.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,They paddle in the coldCompanionable streams or climb the air;Their hearts have not grown old.

I am still of [the] opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.

The living can assist the imagination of the dead...

You have been speaking about William Carey. When I am gone, say nothing about William Carey-speak only about Willam Carey's Saviour.

Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!

Still ending, and beginning still!

Eternity for bubbles proves at last a senseless bargain.

My father liked Iowa. He lived his whole life in the state, and is even now working his way through eternity there, in Glendale Cemetery in Des Moines.

Though nameless, trampled, and forgot, His servant's humble ashes lie, Yet God has marked and sealed the spot, To call its inmate to the sky.

So live, that when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan which movesTo that mysterious realm, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one that wraps the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." Thanatopsis

All that tread, The globe are but a handful to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom.

I am yours, for time and eternity--time and eternity.

Into the winter's gray delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for ever.