Quotes About Eternity

there's never been a day that lasts forever, just as the sun sets, it will rise at dawn for ever after…'.

For nearly all, there is a source of inner peace that comes with the belief that something of you goes on even if death is indeed the final ending. If not personal immortality, at least children and grandchildren or

But try to remember that a good man can never die. You will see your brother many times again-in the streets, at home, in all the places of the town. The person of a man may go, but the best part of him stays. It stays forever.

In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today.

Chci sou?asnÄ› obývat malé, bezvýznamné tÄ›lo a ohromný nezbadatelný vesmír. Chci si odžít svuj nezbadatelný ?as a chci se pokusit žít v??ne. Chci jíst a spát a pracovat a založit si rodinu a umÃ…â"¢ít, ale zárove? nechci být nikdy víc tÄ›lem nežli duchem.

My soul is in the sky.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.

What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

I have Immortal longings in me.

O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

and the rest is silence