Quotes About Eternity

History has had you - and me too. My hand has brushed against yours for centuries.

El amor es tan fuerte como la muerte.

For myself I will plant a cypress tree and it will outlive me. That's what I miss about the fields, the sense of the future as well as the present. That one day what you plant will spring up unexpectedly; a shoot, a tree, just when you were looking the other way, thinking about something else. I like to know that life will outlive me, that's a happiness Bonaparte never understood.

I kissed her, and forgot death.

London is perpetual; a constant streaming present hurrying towards a receding future.

The future id foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial.

Spike came forward and put her arms around me. '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.

Si queremos formar una institución duradera, no pensemos en hacerla eterna

pero no ha dejado de quererme sino al dejar de existir; nuestra amistad sólo ha terminado con su vida.

All these words, written so long ago, seemed to say to her, Remember us. We were here. We were real.

Don't worry," said Maddy. "People didn't make life, so they can't destroy it. Even if we were to wipe out every bit of life in the world, we can't touch the place life comes from. Whatever made plants and animals and people spring up in the first place will always be there, and life will spring up again.

I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way . In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden. And the decomposed flesh would have been In the way in the earth which would receive my bones, at last, cleaned, stripped, peeled, proper and clean as teeth, it would have been In the way : I was In the way for eternity.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

Death is a continuation of my life without me...

In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

Then time started flowing again and the emptiness grew larger.

I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity, I had understood nothing.

Don't be afraid; I'll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you'll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam.

I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity.

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

I took everything as seriously as if I were immortal.

Suddenly they existed, then suddenly they existed no longer: existence is without memory; of the vanished it retains nothing—not even a memory. Existence everywhere, infinitely, in excess, for ever and everywhere; existence—which is limited only by existence.

I think that's what really a substantial work is, it's forever. It's the truth now and it was the truth then, and it will be the truth tomorrow.