Quotes About Eternity

I've always thought vampires were interesting because they live forever, they're always well-financed, they dress well, you know what I mean? And they're, like, cool. Usually vampire - you've never seen a broke vampire. Have you?

I like vampires.

The idea of death is something that doesn't make sense to a lot of people. But to bring something back - or vampires who never die - is a logical fantasy for a human being.

One of the things that may appeal to teenagers is that vampires never change - they're frozen in that age.

There's something about death. It's like trying to understand our own mortality and immortality. That's why society is so into things like vampires, because they don't die. Well, why don't they die?

Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!

In a way, the whole tangible universe itself is a vast residue, a skeleton of countless lives that have germinated in it and have left it, leaving behind them only a trifling, infinitesimal part of their riches.

This human body is very much a vehicle that's used to the constraints of time but once the body is old and used up our minds go into an eternal space.

Life will continue on the other side of the veil.

There is stardust in your veins. We are literally, ultimately children of the stars.

Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.

Venice is eternity itself.

I don't believe in personal immortality; the only way I expect to have some version of such a thing is through my books.

Se muere siempre demasiado pronto, o demasiado tarde.

What an odd occupation: it doesn't look like a game or a rite, or a habit. I think they do it to pass the time, nothing more. But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

time. The old woman reaches the corner of the street, no more than a bundle of black clothes. All right then, it's new, she wasn't there a little while ago. But it's a tarnished deflowered newness, which can never surprise. She is going to turn the corner, she turns—during an eternity. I tear myself from the window

É isso o tempo, o tempo inteiramente nu, que acede lentamente à existência, se faz esperar, e que, quando chega, nos enfastia, porque percebemos então que já estava ali havia muito.

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?   Dr. Seuss

My body turns and yearns for a sleep That won't ever come It's never over, My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles When I slept so soft against her It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter It's never over, She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

And then I felt a strange stirring inside, a kind of surging fulfillment, a feeling that things were just the way they should be, now and evermore, world without end; that what was brought together here must never be rent asunder.

Time transcends morality

RIP, Rest in Peace, though what's the point of that? What else're the dead going to be doing? It's a better message than Good Luck, don't you think?

The last thing the hockey ball symbolized was Time itself, the unstoppability of it, the way we're chained to our bodies, which are chained to Time.

And all goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, / and to die is different from that anyone supposed, and luckier.