Quotes About Eternity

As long as I live I shall remember that silent minute.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

And then, as I watched the sheep peacefully nibbling the grass, it came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to any London – that it has always been, in spirit, a stretch of the countryside; and that it thus links the Londons of all periods together most magically – by remaining for ever unchanged at the heart of the ever-changing town.

As we have no concept of time, each of you has already been each other and are being each other in your future. We know this is not very clear to you at this time. However, each of you will be given information in your near future, in which each of you will be challenged to examine this concept. That is: the past and present simultaneous with the future.

Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is, 'I know this feeling. I was here before.

When he died he would not end. The world would end.

Look at those numbers running. Money makes time. It used to be the other way around. Clock time accelerated the rise of capitalism. People stopped thinking about eternity. They began to concentrate on hours, measurable hours, man-hours, using labor more efficiently.

Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth-century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feebleminded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you?

Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping.

Sounds like a boring life. I hope it lasts forever, she said.

We all know how the thing we secretly fear is not a secret at all but the open and eternal thing that predicts its own recurrence.

If you could stretch a given minute, what would you find between its unstuck components? Probably some kind of astral madness. A bleak comprehension of the final size of things.

The love of minds should last beyond lives.

You knew her for years and I knew her for minutes. It comes to the same thing. These matters have to be assessed in the light of eternity.

I had not yet learned to appreciate the slowly gliding drift of identical things; chunks of time spun past me like meteorites in a universe predicated on repetition.

This is death. I don't want it to tarry awhile so I can write a monograph. I want it to go away for seventy or eighty years.

We saw a cloudwall hung many miles to the east and hawks floating in the unforced motion that makes you think they've been up there, the same two birds since bible times.

Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands.

I want to die and be finished forever. Don't you want to die?" he said. "I don't know." "What's the point of living if we don't die at the end of it?" In

How deep is time? How far down into the life of matter do we have to go before we understand what time is?

You are immortal; you've existed for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are Life, and Life cannot die. You are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon, the sun. Wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.

We made in those days tiny identical rooms inside our bodies which the men who uncover our graves will find in a thousand years shining and whole.

What good does it do to tell somebody to live morally so they can die 50 years later and apparently go to Hell?

I would advise all the Saints to go to with their might and gather together all their living relatives to this place [the temple] that they may be sealed and saved that they may be prepared against the day that the destroying angel goes forth and if the whole Church should go to with all their might to save their dead seal their posterity and gather their living friends and spend none of their time in behalf of the world they would hardly get through before