Quotes About Eternity

Or maybe they just accept that it's wrong in God's eyes, although not in their own, and they'll worry about sorting it out later.

Solo cuando logramos acallar al cristiano ateo que llevamos dentro y buscar a Dios y su reino por sobre las cosas huecas y vacías de este mundo, podemos experimentar la verdadera bendición perdurable.

More important, it's because God is our only true source of life.

I thought about how we tilled and cultivated the land, planted trees on it, fenced it, built houses on it, and did everything we could to hold off the eternity of distance—anything to give the landscape some sort of human scale. No matter what we did to try and form the West, however, the West inevitably formed us instead.

We are finite beings; how can we understand the infinite?

though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will live forever. If I don't, I sure as hell won't become an unattended death in the state of Wyoming with sheep shit all over me.

By focusing exclusively on the events of the day, journalism all but severs the connection between time and eternity. It makes the world appear to be nothing but an endless jumble of events through which it is difficult, if not impossible, to discern anything beyond the relatively base motivations of lust, calculated self-interest, and the will to power. In short, journalism is not able to communicate wisdom.

Revelation addresses many issues that have not changed because human nature and God's character have remained constant. It

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?

I NAME THIS LAND TOMORROW, FOR IT SHALL LAST FOREVERMORE!

Su misión en la tierra ya no era vivir, sino organizar el mundo de los difuntos. Eugenia de Montijo

Descubrir a Dios entre las sábanas —no en el templo fariseo ni en la altiva mezquita— sábanas blancas sudario del amor que te cubría manto sagrado iniciar la bienaventurada ascensión de tu piel a la eternidad de tu vientre al círculo celestial sentir a Dios en tus húmedas cavidades en el grito vertiginoso de la jauría de tus vísceras

A love that can last forever takes but a second to come about.

In the "grain of wheat" metaphor, Jesus insists if we wish to hold on to the throughline to eternity, we have to follow that line through death. We have to imagine death enough to see it not as some utterly aversive event we go away from or around, but instead as something recognizable enough to go through. When we thoughtfully stock our minds with images of death, we give the Spirit of Jesus the raw material to draw mental throughlines from death to resurrection.

The past is a springboard for me….Ancient things are new things. Everything lives in the moment; that's the only time it can live, but its influence can go on forever.

what remains with me vividly to this day is my recollection of a circle of light that shone out from Rafe and enfolded us both, and the deep sense of comfort and familiarity between us, as if we had somehow always known each other and were merely resuming a conversation that had gone on from eternity.

is to break through the bonds that attach the individual to the world of his senses and separate him from his eternal nature.

Straightening, I asked, "What do you believe in?" "Old love songs, best friends, the collected works of J.R.R.Tolkien, crispy pork egg rolls with just the right amount of grease, the Big Boss and eternity." "The Big Boss?" Zachary pointed up, as if to heaven. "Pious,"I teased.

We are nothing like the gods. We will never be remembered for the time we attempted the waltz on our balcony, as the stars blinked drowsily, the moon like a frozen yawn. Even with one of us gone, would not the mind of the other reveal its universe, its constellation of memories like a field of flickering candles, the same face at the center of every flame?

How is it, Chloe, that your pretty skirt Is torn so badly by the winds that hurt Real people, you who, in eternity, sing The hours, sun in your hair appearing And disappearing? How is that your breasts Are pierced by shrapnel, and the oak groves burn, While you, charmed, caring not at all, turn To run through forests of machinery and concrete And haunt us with the echoes of your feet?

Regret, to no end, in every hour Of a long life. What beautiful work Will redeem the heartbeats of a living creature And what use to confess deeds that last forever?

Si tan solo fuera posible detener un solo instante lo que ocurre en todas partes, congelarlo, contemplarlo como encerrado en una bola de crista, aislándolo del instante anterior y del instante posterior, y transformar así el hilo del tiempo en el océano del espacio. Pero no.

Brilliant glorious eternal heaven above: and brilliant sulphureous torture-lake away below. This is the vision of eternity of all Patmossers. They could not be happy in heaven unless they knew their enemies were unhappy in hell.