Quotes About Eternity

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

Death cancels all engagements.

All that tread, The globe are but a handful to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom.

Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.

Entrance into Heaven is not at the hour of death, but at the moment of conversion.

How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven!

(Socrates) said there were only two possibilities. Either the soul is immortal or, after death, things would be again as blank as they were before we were born.

I've had seven balls of light come off a UFO...explain to me telepathically we are all one and there's no such thing as death.

There is no more final end than death

I believe there are two sides to the phenomenon known as death, this side where we live, and the other side where we shall continue to live. Eternity does not start ith death. We are in eternity now.

The only way to kill death is through photography.

Someday death will take us to another star.

Death is the next step after the pension-it's perpetual retirement without pay.

The great Easter truth is not that we are to live newly after death - that is not the great thing - but that...we are to, and may, live nobly now because we are to live forever.

Death is not extinction. Neither the soul nor the body is extinguished or put out of existence.

But I will be, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.

Things have a terrible permanence when people die.

Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.

The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!

The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Death keeps no calendar.

Death is like taking an intermission when you can't come back. I like living and being around.

Yes, He is ris'n who is the First and Last; Who was and is; who liveth and was dead; Beyond the reach of death He now has pass 'd, Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head.