Quotes About Eternity

Although the realization of values in a culture may seem on the surface to be concerned merely with the temporal and material, this is appearance only, for man is a spiritual being destined for eternity, exhaustively accountable to his Creator-Lord.

But fortunately no shadow ever broke a rock, and one can ask himself why he lives a thousand times and yet never die.

Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!Shining nowhere but in the dark;What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,Could man outlook that mark!

I cannot reach it, and my striving eyeDazzles at it, as at eternity.

They are all gone into the world of light!And I alone sit lingering here;Their very memory is fair and bright,And my sad thoughts doth clear.

But felt through all this fleshly dressBright shoots of everlastingness.

...the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the covenant between all and One.

I saw Eternity the other night Like a great Ring of pure and endless light.

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd.

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright;

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The grave is but a covered bridge Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

Nothing that is can pause or stay; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, Tomorrow be today.

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.

Heaven will be inherited by every man who has heaven in his soul.

There are apartments in the soul which have a glorious outlook; from whose windows you can see across the river of death, and into the shining city beyond; but how often are these neglected for the lower ones, which have earthward-looking windows.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

Books are not men and yet they stay alive.

Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?

Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to point us to that realm which is the real and endless home of the heart.

The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am His And He is mine forever.