Quotes About Eternity

Yours is a loving spirit; it should not die with you

Sell my old clothes - I'm off to heaven

When people die, Vargas - I mean the people you will always remember, the ones who changed your life - they never really go away, Pepe told the young doctor.

TODAY'S THE DAY! '… HE THAT BELIEVETH IN ME, THOUGH HE WERE DEAD, YET SHALL HE LIVE; AND WHOSOEVER LIVETH AND BELIEVETH IN ME SHALL NEVER DIE.

The past is everlasting.

Tobit—the one that goes, "That she and I may grow old together.

THERE'S LIFE ON EARTH, THERE'S HEAVEN—AND THERE'S HELL." "I think life on earth is hell," I said.

At Owen Meany's burial, one of Owen's Sunday school classmates remembers how easy he was to lift up. "He was so light—he weighed nothing at all! How could he have been so light?" Because God already had His hands on him—that's how.

In the life of a man," wrote Marcus Aurelius, "his time is but a moment . . .

Then I flipped to the end of the diary and reread his last entry. "TODAY'S THE DAY! '… HE THAT BELIEVETH IN ME, THOUGH HE WERE DEAD, YET SHALL HE LIVE; AND WHOSOEVER LIVETH AND BELIEVETH IN ME SHALL NEVER DIE.

Latin inscription that meant "forever." IN AETERNUM

INTO PARADISE MAY THE ANGELS LEAD YOU

Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever.

The problem with marriage, we all know, is the endlessness of it. Plenty of things we do will have long-term repercussions, but in what other situation do you promise to do something for the rest of your life?

Aunque todo lo demás falle, siempre podemos asegurarnos la inmortalidad cometiendo algún error espectacular.

We don't consider any man successful until he has died well.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; It will never Pass into nothingness.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.

This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.

I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death...

The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.