Quotes About Eternity

she smiled - and time was created.

I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.

I hope we meet again, said Ramman. I do too, Tel Hesani said, then added underneath his breath, Although I fear it won't be in this world.

Death is not the end. It is a midway state.

Embrace death, dance with it a while, and finally fall prey to it.

Even in death, may you be triumphant.

Goddamn sometimes I only want this feeling to stay and last.

A circle is the strongest shape in the universe. Nothing can beat it, nothing can improve upon it, nothing can be more perfect.

The choice we face is not, as many imagine, between heaven and hell. Rather, the choice is between heaven and this world. Even a fool would exchange hell for heaven; but only the wise will exchange this world for heaven.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. —SUSAN ERTZ

You must live in peace," he told us. "We are only in this world for a short period of vivid and wonderful waking in an eternity of dreamless dark.

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It's so strange: grown-ups trying to become young, young ones trying to grow up and all the time, whatever people want, time moves forward, forward.

Find something to believe in, Carter, other than your work. Because when you leave this life, you leave work behind. If that's all you have, then you have nothing. And eternity is a long time for nothing.

It's only forever, not long at all

He felt oddly powerless, as if his entire life were in the fingers of two faceless players maneuvering pieces in the same patterns on some vast board in a game that, for all he knew, had lasted for eternity.

Some stories have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Other stories never end, maybe because they're alive.

It's not that words or human language stop having any meaning or relevance after you die, by the way.

Forever Overhead No time is passing outside you at all. It is amazing. The late ballet below is slow motion, the overbroad movements of mimes in blue jelly. If you wanted you could really stay here forever, vibrating inside so fast you float motionless in time, like a bee over something sweet.

Lucien finally dies, rather a while after he's quit shuddering like a clubbed muskie and seemed to them to die, as he finally sheds his body's suit, Lucien finds his gut and throat again and newly whole, clean and unimpeded, and is free, catapulted over fans and the Convexity's glass palisades at desperate speeds, soaring north, sounding a bell-clear and nearly maternal alarmed call-to-arms in all the world's well-known tongues.

If you have not chosen the kingdom of God first, it will in the end make no difference what you have chosen instead.

If [we] have no chosen the kingdom of God [first], it will make in the end no difference what [we] have chosen instead.

Here is a minute. It may be my love is dead, but here is a minute to kneel over the grave and pray by it.

For, as it has often happened to the traveller in the York or the Exeter coach to fall snugly asleep in his corner, and on awaking suddenly to find himself sixty or seventy miles from the place where Somnus first visited him: as, we say, although you sit still, Time, poor wretch, keeps perpetually running on, and so must run day and night, with never a pause or a halt of five minutes to get a drink, until his dying day;