Quotes About Eternity

Well, there you are. It's not that these things happen or even that one survives them, but what makes life strange is that they are forgotten. Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies. This is what makes life so droll - the way you forget and every day is a new day, and there's hope for everybody, hooray...

The devil prince of this world, but this world don't last so long for mortal man.

Happiness. One day. Ten thousand years ago.

Leila was untouchable. She was in my heart now, and I'd carry her always, on this earth that every day gives men a chance.

To me, these days will never end. I am always there, in that room with her, or if not I, the imprint of myself - my fossil-love

The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial. All time is eternally present and so all time is ours. There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming. Thus the present is made rich.

One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.

What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your twenty-three feet of intestines loaded with stars?

Death will be like that. We will be forever recognizing people we have never met.

Time is a player. Time is part of today, not simply a measure of its passing.

She looked at me. There was a second the kind that holds the whole world ...

Time is not constant and one minute is not the same length as another.

Sometimes it doesn't matter that there was any time before this time. Sometimes it doesn't matter that it's night or day or now or then. Sometimes where you are is enough. It's not that time stops or that it hasn't started. This is time. You are here. This caught moment opening into a lifetime.

Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries.

If there is another life he will find her there.

All time is eternally present and so all time is ours, There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming.

Only in death may we be reunited with those we have lost. For myself, I do not seek death but neither do I fear that which will bring me peace.

And you and me in the car where we've always been, where we'll always be, this night, this road, even when we're gone and the road is gone and the city is gone but we'll be here because everything is imprinted forever with what it once was.

when the universe exploded like a bomb, it started ticking like a bomb too. we know our sun will die, in another hundred million years or so, then the lights will go out and there will be no light to read by anymore.

A writer has no use for the clock. A writer lives in an infinity of days, time without end, ploughed under.

time is what shields us from eternity.

If time is a river then we shall all meet death by water.

There is a sense of the human spirit as always existing. This makes our own death bearable.