Quotes About Eternity

Life, dreams, thoughts. Formless and endless. A billion years before our birth. A billion years after it. And in the middle, for a single moment, to see only one person, feeling everything else covered in a white light.

The question of purpose and meaning becomes obsolete when you think beyond human life.

And I pray thee, loving Jesus, that as Thou hast graciously given me to drink in with delight the words of Thy knowledge, so Thou wouldst mercifully grant me to attain one day to Thee, the fountain of all wisdom and to appear forever before Thy face.

If this word should turn out to be a 'Te moriturum saluto,' perhaps it will brighten the dark moments a little to think how you have meant to someone more than anything ever has or ever will. What you have striven for will not end in nothing, all that you have done and been will not be wasted, for it will be a part of me as long as I live, and I shall remember, always.

I'll tell you a secret. Old storytellers never die. They disappear into their own story.

The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible. If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules. Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child. And time sings.

In the absence of Death, In the presence of Death, Only one thing remains, It is Love.

Fifty years of internal damage done by the time-self is healed instantaneously by the entrance of the eternal self.

A resurrection waits in the future of all people, whether saved or lost, kingdom saints or the Body of Christ. 'Marvel not at this for the hour is coming, in which all that are in the graves shall hear His voice, and come forth they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation' (Jn. 528, 29).

Pedure, there is a deepness in the sky, and it extends forever.

there is a deepness in the sky, and it extends forever.

The hours came to minutes, the minutes to seconds. And now each second was as long as all the time before

It'll all be one in a thousand years.

After the dead words, after the ones still said and spoken, what do you expect? Some flying leaves, more scattered papers. Who knows? Some dissolving words, like the light or the echo dying out there in the great night.

If I die, leave me alone. Don't sing to me. Bury me wrapped in the deck I leave behind, in that lovely treasure that will know how to strum me like a sure hand. I'll sound like a fragrance from the depths, very grave. I 'll rise to your ears, and from there, turned into pure vegetation, I 'll debunk myself, untelling my own story, my own plot, Rowing back into my mouth left ajar, into the Dream that keeps on swallowing and, like a cardboard mask, won 't cough me up.

And so eternity was the minute.

Este es el mar El mar con sus olas propias Con sus propios sentidos El mar tratando de romper sus cadenas Queriendo imitar la eternidad Queriendo ser pulmón o neblina de pájaros en pena O el jardín de los astros que pesan en el cielo Sobre las tinieblas que arrastramos O que acaso nos arrastran Cuando vuelan de repente todas las palomas de la luna Y se hace más oscuro que las encrucijadas de la muerte

an action can last for a while, but a spoken, word last forever.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!

Infinity...is used in physics simply as a shorthand for "a very big number.

He aquí la muerte, fin de un universo.

What are you dreaming of Varvara?" asked Avelii. He saw in her eyes that look, at once absent and intimate, that we have when, perhaps unawares, we reach out so intensely toward another person—toward the deep, multiple self within his parcel of eternity—that we stop noticing him in the present.

Because dying lasts forever until it stops.