Quotes About Eternity

Beauty speaks of heaven to come, when all shall be beautiful. It haunts us with eternity. Beauty says, There is a glory calling to you. And if there is a glory, there is a source of glory. What great goodness could have possibly created this? What generosity gave us this to behold? Beauty draws us to God.

The Lover of our souls, the One who has pursued us down through space and time, who gave his own life to rescue us from the Kingdom of Darkness, has made it clear: He does not want to lose us. He longs for us to be with him forever.

Jesus, I give my hope to your true and certain return, and the renewal of all things.

Worship is what we give our hearts away to in return for a promise of Life.

Our hope is that all is well because of Jesus and that all will be well because of Him.

Jesus lived the way he did in this world, for this world, because his hope was set beyond this world; that is the secret of his life. "Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he's there, in the place of honor, right alongside God" (Hebrews 12:2 THE MESSAGE).

For the followers of Jesus, the real finish line is either the return of Jesus or our homecoming to him.

Faith is something that looks backward - we remember the ways God has come through for his people, and for us, and our belief is strengthened that he will come through again. Love is exercised in the present moment; we love in the now. Hope reaches into the future to take hold of something we do not yet have, may not even see.

As Athanasius said, "He became what we are that we might become what he is.

A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on.

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.

Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities.

Because they died, we know we still live. Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.

But suddenly he comprehended why her face haunted him, why he felt this terrible need to see her again: it was to possess her, to melt into her, to burn, to burn, to burn to ashes on that body and in those eyes. To postpone such a desire for a week, a month, a year, several years even, that can be done. But for eternity is when the iron bites.

moments one knows only death will obliterate.

Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things.

He stood before the famous Rembrandt self portrait. The sad, proud old man stared eternally out of his canvas, out of the entire knowledge of his own genius and of the inadequacy of genius before human reality.

She stood and tried hard not to believe in God. It seemed mean and petty to have more belief in God when things were going well than when they were instinct with tragedy; just as it seemed mean and petty to pray to God when you wanted something badly, and not pray when you didn't. But after all God was Eternal Mind that you couldn't understand; God was not a loving Father that you could. The less she thought about all that the better.

Yes,' muttered Jon, 'life's beastly short. One wants to life forever and know everything.' 'And love everybody?' 'No,' cried Jon; 'I only want to love once - you.

Maybe the next world will be a pleasanter place than this

the mythical bird that set fire to itself and rose anew from the ashes every five hundred years;

Our joy now and forever is inextricably tied to our capacity to love.

Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed—in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet [shofar]. For the trumpet [shofar] will sound, and the dead will be raised. (1 CORINTHIANS 15:51–52)