Quotes About Eternity

But the most important word in the language has but two letters: is. Is. I am at its core. I still am. I am at the living and soft centre. Still. It sparkles and is elastic.

It's hard for me to believe that I will die. Because I'm bubbling in a frigid freshness. My life is going to be very long because each instant is. The impression is that I'm still to be born and I can't quite manage it.

Vivimos exclusivamente en el presente pues siempre y eternamente es el día de hoy -y el día de mañana será un hoy, la eternidad es el estado de las cosas en este momento.

Inside her it was as if death didn't exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.

My life had been as continuous as death. Life is so continuous that we divide it into stages and call one of them death. I had always been in life, it mattered little that it was not I properly speaking, not that thing that I customarily call "I." I had always been in life.

But this is not eternity, it is condemnation. How opulent this silence is. It is the accumulation of centuries. It is the silence of a cockroach looking. The world looks at itself in me. Everything looks at everything, everything experiences the other; in this desert things know things. Things know things as much as this… this something that I shall call pardon, if I wish to save myself within the human plan. It is pardon in itself. Pardon is one of the attributes of living matter.

I am at this instant in a white void awaiting the next instant. Measuring time is just a working hypothesis. But whatever exists is perishable and this forces us to measure immutable and permanent time. It never began and never will end. Never.

Bu dünyada ne varsa bir evetle baÅŸlad?. Bir molekül bir baÅŸka moleküle evet dedi, böylece yaÅŸam doÄŸdu. Ama tarihöncesinden önce tarihöncesinin tarihöncesi vard?, yok vard?, evet vard?. Hep vard? - ne bilmiyorum, ama evrenin hiç baÅŸlamad???n? biliyorum.

Haverá um ano em que haverá um mês, em que haverá uma semana em que haverá um dia em que haverá uma hora em que haverá um segundo e dentro do segundo haverá o não-tempo sagrado da morte transfigurada.

Tudo no mundo começou com um sim. Uma molécula disse sim a outra molécula e nasceu a vida. Mas antes da pré-história havia a pré-história da pré-história e havia o nunca e havia o sim. Sempre houve. Não sei o quê, mas sei o que o universo jamais começou.

Long live the dead because we live in them.

Haverá um ano em que haverá um mês, em que haverá uma semana em que haverá um dia em que haverá uma hora em que haverá um minuto em que haverá um segundo e dentro do segundo haverá o não-tempo sagrado da morte transfigurada.

I find it hard to believe that I shall die. Because I'm bubbling in cold freshness. My life will be very long because each instant is. I get the feeling I'm about to be born and can't.

It was the loud monotony of an eternity that breathes. That terrified me. The world would only cease to terrify me if I became the world. If I were the world, I wouldn't be afraid. If we are the world, we are moved by a delicate radar that guides.

For the present has no hope, and the present has no future: the future will be exactly once again present.

Quero acrescentar, à guisa de informações sobre a jovem e sobre mim, que vivemos exclusivamente no presente pois sempre e eternamente é o dia de hoje e o dia de amanhã será um hoje, a eternidade é o estado das coisas neste momento.

God perches in a tree chirping and straight lines travel on unfinished, horizontal and cold. That's what it seems like . . . The moments keep dripping ripe and no sooner has one tumbled than another rises up, somewhat, its face pale and tiny. Suddenly the moments end too. Timelessness trickles through my walls, tortuous and blind. It slowly collects in a dark, quiet pool and I shout: I've lived!

E a morte, que era para ser uma única boa vez, não: está sendo sem parar.

Since the state of grace exists permanently: we are always saved. All the world is in a state of grace.

Time for me means the dissolution of matter. The rotting of the organic as if time were a worm robbing the fruit of its pulp. Time does not exist. What we call time is the movement of the evolution of things, but time itself does not exist. Or it exists immutably and into time we transfer ourselves.

Y cuando pienso que no existe otro igual al mío en este mundo siento un susto alegre. Y nunca lo habrá. Nunca es lo imposible. [...] ¿Qué hay entre nunca y siempre que los une tan indirectamente e íntimamente?

And all this is in this very instant, is in the now. But at the same time the present instant is completely removed because of the immense magnitude of God.

Dónde se guarda la música cuando no suena?, se preguntaba. Y, rendida, contestaba: que hagan un arpa de mis nervios cuando muera.

First of all, the doctrine of the Trinity means that nothing that exists, whether on earth or in heaven, can be conceived of as an individual, in and of itself.